12
Almost a month had passed since Abby vanished, and no one had seen anything. Eric had barely slept for weeks, spending his days searching the city and the surrounding area for any sign of Abby. His emotions were all over the place, between anger, sadness, hurt, and betrayal. He hadn’t heard one word from Abby. No one had seen her. The NCIS officers had taken all the information and the dirty, sordid history of Abby’s year as a trafficked young woman, and they’d used it to find Hossein’s profile, but they’d soon learned that was a crapshoot. He hadn’t been spotted in the country. In fact, they’d confirmed that he was in Bahrain.
There was a knock at the front door. Eric was barefoot, holding his son in the crook of his arm, dressed in yesterday’s blue jeans and an old T-shirt he’d yank
