Ryder West
“I need to file a missing person report,” I said, slamming my hand down on the front desk the moment I walked into the police station. My voice echoed through the quiet lobby, drawing stares from the few officers present. “Her name is Clara Bennett. She was taken from my apartment building less than two hours ago. Victor Sinclair is behind it. I want him brought in immediately. He is her ex and he has been blackmailing her for days.”
The desk sergeant, a middle-aged man with graying hair and tired eyes, looked up at me. His face paled slightly when he recognized who I was. He swallowed hard and straightened his uniform. “Mr. West… please, have a seat. Let’s talk about this calmly.”
“I don’t want to sit,” I growled, leaning over the counter. My hands were clenched into fists s
