I don't remember terminating the call. The second my mind registers Elsa's words, I'm out of my seat. As I hurriedly pack my stuff into my bag and turn off my system, I can hear Amy saying something in an annoyed tone. I don't bother listening.

I'm too busy rushing out of the office.

Peterson has disappeared.

That's all I can think about as I take the stairs two at a time. I know I'm panicking, but I can't help it. Peterson could be anywhere. He could be doing anything, now that I can no longer keep an eye on him. He might be a useless bum, but even I...