(Tyler)
Five months.
Five months since Mira disappeared.
Five months since she walked out of our apartment like she had any right to leave me.
I sat in my office in Seattle, staring at the file the private investigator had given me. Robert Kane. Came recommended. Expensive. But supposed to be the best.
Except he'd found nothing.
All he had was a bunch of dead ends and excuses.
Her phone was off. Had been since the day she left. Her credit cards hadn't been used. No transactions. No trail.
It was like she'd vanished into thin air.
But people don't just vanish. Not really.
She was out there somewhere. And I was going to find her.
My phone rang. Nolan. Her brother.
I answered. "Hey, man. Any news?"
"No. Nothing. I've been calling everyone I can think of. No one's heard from her."
