Chapter 1: THE MESSAGE AT 3:17 A.M.
On the fifth night my husband failed to come home, I neither reached for the telephone nor dissolved into tears. There was no more sitting at the kitchen island, watching the hours crawl past while wondering whether I had become a wife who searched through hotel bills and examined collars. I had exhausted every possible explanation already.
At precisely 3:17 in the morning, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop, entered Prescott Global’s Slack workspace, and opened the
