I am moving before Vivienne finishes the sentence, my body responding to the words before my mind has fully processed them, already crossing the courtyard toward the operations room with the phone pressed to my ear."When did you last see her," I say."An hour ago," Vivienne says. "She said she was tired, she went to her room, I checked on her at eleven and she was reading, I checked again at eleven forty and she....." Her voice breaks. "The window is open. It is cold outside. She would not have left the window open in this cold unless....""Call the police," I say. "Now, while we are on this call. I am calling Lucien and we are coming to you.""What if this is him," Vivienne says. "What if he already...""We do not know that yet," I say, though my chest is cold with exactly that fear. "Call the police. Tell them everything. We will be there within the hour."Lucien is already in the operations room when I arrive, already reading my face before I have said a word, because the specific
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