Anna's POV:

I lower the phone and stare at the screen for one second, two.

The detective's news sits in my chest with its own specific weight—Leo's accounts, his location, the thread I've been pulling for weeks finally tightening. I should call back. I should write down every detail before the numbers blur. I should be moving toward something.

I turn the phone off.

'Anna,' Nicole says. 'The detective—'

'I ...