Richard sat in the center of the darkness, a glass of neat bourbon forgotten in his hand, he had been inside the library, amid the computers, for hours.
He wasn't looking at stock tickers or merger agreements. He was watching the loop—the morning footage from the morning Giselle vanished.
He watched her walk to the gate. He watched the way the wind caught her hair in waves. He watched the tremor in her hands as she hailed a car.
A knock at the door broke his trance. Chase stepped in, looking far too confident for a man whose life was unraveling.
Behind him stood Monica, dressed in a red dress that was three sizes too small for the occasion.
"Dad, you’ve been cooped up in here for three days," Chase said, his voice echoing off walls of the library.
"The board is calling to know abou
