Chapter 3

I hung up the phone.

My hands were still shaking, and the room was so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat.

David had been missing for three years, and his account was frozen.

But he was delivering my takeout. No, someone was using his account to deliver it to me. My mind was a tangled mess, like a knotted string.

I opened my laptop and searched. [David Lane, the courier, was missing.]

The page refreshed, loading slowly.

The first result was a local news article from three years ago. The headline was striking. [Courier Vanishes After Late-Night Delivery, Family…