Missing

Tommaso

“So, um, I have decoded this.” Lyle turned the laptop screen toward me. “It’s not everything, but, you know.”

“It’s a start.” I stared at the table on the computer. Names, descriptions, locations of retrieval, all laid out in plain black and white. Worse, in a final column, Marino had made initial notes on who he thought might be interested in specific women. I scrolled down the page to try to keep the snarl off my face. Even though he’d said this was only a start, it looked like Lyle had found definite information on forty of the forty-five women. Paige would be thrilled to see this.

“Good work,” I said. “Can I take a deeper look, or do you need to keep working?”

Lyle looked at the four other computers sitting on the desk in the little room he’d become king of. “I’m okay.”

I laughed and pulled the laptop closer. Most of the women had little links in their descriptions, which turned out to be pictures when I clicked on them. I siphoned through quickly, trying not to think of t