The inside of the black SUV smelled like stale coffee and sweat, but Alex barely noticed. His fingers drummed restlessly on the leather armrest, eyes locked on the screen of his phone.
"Nothing yet?" He barked, voice sharp as broken glass.
The man in the passenger seat swallowed nervously, avoiding Alex's gaze.
"W-we checked the safehouses, Mr. Adams. And the private clinics. No sign of her. It's like she vanished."
Alex's jaw clenched, muscle twitching at his temple. Emma. That girl. Weak. Useless. But now, suddenly, she was the single thread that could unravel everything. He could almost see it: her standing beside Jean, telling everyone what she'd seen that night… In the accident, in the study, his face twisted in fury.
No.
"Find. Her. Now." His voice dropped to a deadly calm that made the man flinch harder than if Alex had shouted. "I don't care how many doors you break down or how many cameras you hack into. If you fail me again…"
