He didn’t trust himself to speak.
Someone touched his arm, and he jerked, turning.
Yarli met his gaze, warming him cautiously with the edges of her light.
“We’ve got everyone on it, Black,” she told him, her voice as cautious as her light, and the look in her dark eyes. “Everyone. They’re looking at the Barrier records now, trying to get a sense of exactly what happened, and where she could have gone.”
Black nodded.
His eyes returned to the pile of clothes.
They wouldn’t find anything.
She was gone.
There was nothing to find.