stabbing a green bean with her fork I’m just saying, it’s weird. He’s been gone for three hours. For takeout. There’s no Chinese place that takes that long unless you’re driving to another state.

without looking up from his phone He could’ve hit traffic.

scoffing, knife and fork poised precisely Traffic does not explain the complete absence of photographic evidence, Drake. I have searched every social media platform, every public record, and even Oracle’s databases.

from the head of the table, a small, tired smile I told you I wasn’t helping with that, Damian.

And yet I managed regardless.

setting down his glass of water Jason is entitled to his privacy.

dramatically But does she exist? That’s all we’re asking, Bruce. A crumb. A single crumb of proof!

muttering to himself, but there’s a grin in it Yeah, yeah, I hear you, manor. I’m coming.