WESLEY POV
“Gone? What do you mean, the Wainwrights are gone?” I growled, my nails lengthening to claws and digging into the arms of the chair. Receiving this news after the high from Haven’s premiere and the gala the night before was like a punch to the gut.
“I mean gone,” my dad replied, leaning forward and resting his arms on his desk. “House is dark and closed up, and their car is gone. The neighbors haven’t seen them in a few days.”
“Okay, but what about their credit card records? Surely those are showing something? CCTV at the airports? Or gas stations?”
“Their credit cards show no transactions at all. Their bank records too. They must be using cash that they had saved in their house or something.”
“But what about the facial recognition in the CCTV?”
“With the limited searching
