What could I do?

I heard a noise outside the door of my room, a jingle of keys scattered on the carpet. I was on alert, but my eyes lingered on the mirror. Alma's face no longer occupied my thoughts; an unknown face had taken its place - a strict face, a man in his thirties, whose gaze made me vaguely think of Alma. The image faded and the bitter taste in my mouth was telling me that a hunt had begun.

I left the bathroom quickly and grabbed my jacket. I touched the picture Marcus gave me and I had the same burning sensation as yesterday. My fingers pinched it as if the photo had just come out of a darkroom. On the back, there was a date: June 1st. I turned it over.

The photo had been taken in the courtyard of the university, and showed Alma, with her handbag thrown over the shoulder, and her phone in her hand. The same day Alex had taken her and Vera to the park. What was happening? Why were they looking for her?

Why her?