She wasn't at work that morning. Worse, her desk looked like it had been ransacked. Her chair was knocked over; papers were everywhere.
Then he saw it. A note lay on her desk, written last night. The handwriting was frenzied. Spilled coffee made the ink bleed.
Clark,
Going to meet an anonymous source. Says he witnessed something about the kidnappings. It's 12 AM. Call me when---
She hadn't finished writing the message. Her pen had scratched and torn through the paper as though her arm was yanked from behind.
His hands shook as he read the note. Lois was in danger.
