♥ Jethro ♥
I stood at the back of the police station’s conference room with my arms crossed and my jaw tight. I swear my eyes burned holes right through the laminated floor tiles. Chief Colby’s voice echoed across the room as he briefed his team for the third time this morning. Photos of Michael’s face were plastered across the wall-mounted board. Surveillance shots. An age-progressed photo. A blurry still from the motel security cam. It wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Where the hell was she? Where had he taken her? My private investigator was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. The guy was expensive, aggressive, and not exactly patient. He was supposed to have answers. Leads. A direction I could run in. But so far, all I had were theories and a f*****g empty apartment. My phone
