Anne Davidson stood frozen, unable to accept what had just happened.
Much later, she returned to her room, picked up another phone, and dialed Alan Morgan's number.
"What's up?"
Alan Morgan sat in his hotel room, looking utterly defeated. He had frantically searched everywhere for Shirley Grant, in every conceivable place... but...
He had found nothing.
"Alan, you know Young Master Peary is getting married, right?"
Among their close friends, only Alan Morgan was practically with Maxwell Peary 24/7. Moreover, Alan Morgan was MC Group's Special Assistant, so he was unarguably the most knowledgeable about Maxwell's whereabouts.
"Yeah."
Alan Morgan responded, pulling himself together and booting up his nearby computer.
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
Anne's face was etched with sorrow, her earlier vitality gone. She seemed so fragile, as if a gust of wind could carry her away.
"Would it make a difference?"
