Grant’s perspective:

Standing in front of Emily’s shaking body, covering her from Austin’s view, I hurriedly try to uncover what has happened. “You were with him. What do you mean he’s gone?”

“One second he was there, the next he wasn’t.”

“Put your arm down.”

“Yes, sir.” Austin reluctantly lowers his arm, still trying to look directly at my face.

“What the f*ck? You couldn’t track ...