Olivia's POV
I walked back into the mansion feeling utterly defeated.
The search today had been completely unfruitful. Jones and I had covered almost half of New York - visiting animal shelters, veterinary clinics, posting more flyers in surrounding neighborhoods, talking to anyone who would listen. But it was like Mitchell had vanished into thin air.
Completely disappeared off the face of the earth.
By 4 PM, exhaustion had won. I'd told Jones to drive me back, unable to face another hour of dead ends and disappointed faces.
The ride back had been uncomfortable and weird. James had been watching me the entire day - not obviously, but I'd caught him looking at me in the rearview mirror more times than was normal. Studying me. Like he was trying to figure something out.
It was unsettling, and I'd wondered if he suspected I was a fraud.
