CLAIRE'S POV

"Ma'am, we have a lead," the rough voice on the cheap phone said.

I sat up straight in the soft leather chair in my mother's private study. My fingers held the phone so tight that my knuckles turned pale. The room smelled of old books and my mother's sweet perfume. Only one small lamp was on, and the tall windows behind me showed nothing but the black night. A big clock ticked loudly on the wall. I had been sitting here for three hours, staring at the phone and waiting for it to ring. Every minute felt like a whole day.

"Tell me you found her."

"She's staying...