ACE
Three days.
It's been three days since the moving truck disappeared with my mate, and I have no idea where she is.
Marcus finds me in my office at the pack house at two in the morning, surrounded by empty coffee cups and crumpled papers. I haven't slept. Haven't eaten. Can barely think straight.
"Anything?" he asks, though we both know the answer.
"Nothing." I throw another dead-end lead into the trash. "It's like they vanished."
I've called every contact I have. Traced every possible connection to James Collins. His employer claims he took a leave of absence. His bank records are locked down tight. Even his utilities have been transferred to a company name I can't track.
"He planned this," I say, running my hands through my hair. "He knew I was watching, and he planned the per
