Malcolm’s eyes flutter open to the sound of his phone ringing and he’s not entirely sure he’s actually awake. Still, he answers.

They’ve discovered the nanny’s real name, spoken to her husband in Montreal. Retrieved her criminal record from Canadian authorities.

Malcolm sits on the edge of the bed, looking out Neal’s window at the city after hanging up. Nothing they’ve learned explains why she didn’t take the baby when she ran. Nothing they’ve learned explains any of his questions.