Angus paced outside on the front porch, his phone at his ear.

She thanked her friend and disconnected the call. “The HDD hasn’t been called in, so my sources don’t know anything.”

“I’m waiting for Raider to see if the DHS has anything,” Dana said, her phone to her ear. “I’m on hold.”

Pippa set down her phone. “Brigid is on it with HDD and her computer, but she thinks Metro caught the case, and they’re not sharing. She’s trying to track Millie via her phone and GPS and will get right back to us. It’s not Millie. It can’t be. She took the streaks out of her hair, remember?” She took a deep breath. “Is anybody hungry?”

Nobody answered. Millie easily could’ve put more streaks in her hair. Jethro pounded away on his laptop, while Wolfe yelled at somebody in a lab somewhere. He hung up and threw the phone toward the sofa.

“No luck?” Dana murmured.

“No.” Wolfe ran a rough hand through his hair. “Anybody? Do we know anything?”

Angus stomped inside, rain dotting his T-shirt. “Tate’s not answering his phone, but I got a contact in Metro to affirm that he caught the case. That’s all I know. Has Brigid been able to track Millie?”

“Not yet,” Malcolm said, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “I’ve reached out to my contacts at Metro and the case is fresh. They’re even trying to keep from sharing with the DHS. Nobody knows anything yet.”

The cinnamon roll in Nari’s stomach turned to rock. She pressed a hand to her diaphragm. “A lot of women have pink streaks in their hair. We don’t even know if this woman is the victim of a homicide.” Yet she felt like throwing up anyway.

Angus’s phone buzzed and he pressed a button. “Force.” He stiffened, his shoulders going back. “Tate. Yeah?” He listened for several moments, not moving. “Affirmative. Thanks.” His face lost all expression. “Metro has a female victim with a missing heart who is blond and about five feet tall. They’re searching for a note right now.”

“Is it Millie?” Nari whispered, her heart aching. She had to figure out how to help everyone in the room. She couldn’t fall apart.

Angus shook his head. “They haven’t identified her yet. The victim was thrown from the bridge and landed on her face.”

“I have Raider and Brigid on speakerphone.” Malcolm straightened, setting his phone on the counter. “Millie is former HDD, so they’d have her prints on file. It should take seconds to determine.”

Angus slipped his phone into his pocket. “There is no determination.”

Nari frowned. “Why not? What aren’t you saying?”

Jethro looked up from his computer. “Why can’t they identify her?”

Angus exhaled, looking pissed all of a sudden. “The victim’s hands are missing.”