The lab doors closed shut behind Kelvin as he stepped out of the lab and into the Spanish daylight.

He paused for a moment, admiring the weather, something he hasn't really had much time to do, till now.

In his coat pocket was the envelope—a simple white fold of paper carrying strands of Max’s hair. They gave him a time frame for twelve hours, twelve hours and that was it.

He moved to his car at once.

Kelvin slipped inside, after checking the rearview mirror, he pulled away in silence.

The city around him was winding down, the sun beginning to fall below the horizon.

Still, Kelvin couldn’t shake the...