Her hand trembled as she held it out. It said only:
Forgive me.
“I don’t understand. What was he thinking? Can you look for him? If this crazy person is killing his friends—”
Slipped by the unit she had sitting on the house, Eve thought, furious with herself. She should’ve put them in the house, front and back.
“I want to look upstairs.”
“I— You don’t believe me?”
“I believe you, Mrs. Easterday. I’d like to look upstairs, have you come with me. I want you to look around, tell me if he took anything.”
“All right, whatever helps. Please hurry. I asked the house computer where he was, and it said he wasn’t in residence, and had left more than two hours ago. I know he wanted to help—his friends,” she continued as they went upstairs. “But he should be here, safe. He should be resting.”
She rushed by other rooms—guest rooms, another sort of parlor—and into a large suite.
The rich cream duvet was mussed, and the chocolate-brown throw tangled on it, as if someone had tried to rest there. A fire crackled low.
“I should have sat with him. I should have checked on him.”
“Would you check now, see if he packed anything?”
“Why would he do that?”
“Would you check?” Eve repeated.
Annoyance layered over the worry as Petra marched to a closet, flung its double doors open. Eve moved behind her, watched her open a panel in the back of the space.
“He’d have no reason to . . .”
“That’s where you keep the luggage.” Eve moved in further. “What did he take?”
“His—his Pullman. I don’t understand.” Frantic now, she pulled open one of the drawers in a cabinet. “God. The sweater his granddaughter gave him for Christmas. She made it. He loved it. And— God, I’m not sure. Some shirts. I think. I think some trousers. He packed clothes and left. I don’t understand.”
“Does he keep cash?”
“What? Yes, yes, we both do. There’s a safe . . .”
She swiveled the dresser out by a mechanism, revealed a wall safe behind it. Unlocked.
Petra pulled the door open. “It’s empty. I . . . I know he kept some cash in here, as I do in mine. The jewelry’s in another area.”
“Did you have the combination to his safe? Did you know the contents?”
“No. It’s his. I have my own. We respect each other’s— Oh God, he packed and left because he was afraid they might come here, hurt me.” Her face white with worry, she pressed fisted hands between her breasts. “You have to find him, please.”
“Home office?”
“Yes, yes, this way. Please, can’t you put out an alert? Whatever it is you do? Do I need to file a report, a request?”
“We’ll look for him,” Eve assured her. “I want your permission to bring in a search team, and your permission for our Electronic Detectives Division to take his electronics, search through them.”
“Anything that will help. I’m a lawyer’s wife, and I know I shouldn’t, but anything that helps you get him home safe. I’m going to try Jonas’s family. Maybe—”
She dashed out, left Eve and Reo alone in the office.
“He’s running.”