Captain Carter stood and handed Curt a cup of water.
"Relax."
His tone was easy. His gaze was a blade.
Curt thanked him and took the cup without really seeing it.
Something flickered in Daniel's eyes. "Professor Baxter, do you know the kidnapper? You two share some similar habits."
The water in the cup lurched.
"No."
Curt lowered his head.
The next second, the specialist's video call connected to the big screen.
"The facial reconstruction is complete! The subject is—"
Curt Baxter's face filled the screen.
