His Choice Wasn't Me
she said, "but his line isn't going through anymore. Do you know what's going on?"
A short pause followed on the other end, not long enough to suggest alarm, but present enough to be noticed.
"Yes, ma'am, I do have some information about that," Inspector Pearce began, his voice measured and steady in the way of a man accustomed to delivering updates that carried weight. "Mr. Striker returned to New York the same day he arrived from Nigeria. After that, he went straight back to his apartment."
Sarah listened without interrupting, her eyes on the road outside but her attention entirely inward.