Simon Carson sent a message to Zoe Rhodes as he walked upstairs.
He was halfway through composing the message when his phone suddenly buzzed.
He glanced at the caller ID before finally accepting the call.
"Mr. Carson."
It was one of Ethan Rhodes's assistants on the other end.
"Yes, it is."
"Mr. Carson, our department is having a team dinner near The Spire tonight. Everyone's here except for Linda Sullivan, and none of us can get ahold of her…"
The assistant paused for a moment before continuing, "I remembered you telling us a while back that we should contact you if anything came up with Linda Sullivan. So…"
"I'll give you her home address. You can go check on her. She might have just missed the calls."
"She has an address on file. A colleague who lives nearby went to check ten minutes ago, but no one was home."
"…"
