Chapter 9: The Missing Person File

Nothing was taken. That's what made it terrifying. No forced entry. Nothing moved. No cash gone, no weapons gone. "They weren't robbing us," Faith said. "They were looking for something." "For what?" I already knew. I just didn't want to say it out loud. I put us on rotating watch, told them nobody leaves the wing alone, and went to report it — and walked straight into Dorian Vance in the stairwell at six in the morning, in a t-shirt, holding two coffees. "One of these is for you," he...