♥ Jethro ♥
They were gone. The money. The girl. The ghost of safety I had fought so damn hard to build. Gone. By the time the police finished combing through the apartment, I had memorized every inch of that note. I had torn it from the notebook, and it was still in my hand. It was creased and damp from how many times I had read it. Her handwriting didn’t lie. Her words weren’t fake. But the silence she left behind? That was louder than anything I had ever heard. The lead investigator, Johnny Wilkson, stood near the window, arms folded as he spoke with Chief Colby over the phone. Jackson paced the length of the penthouse, muttering legal terms and court phrases, all of which sounded meaningless without her here.
“The funds are long gone,” Johnny said grimly after he ended the call. “What
