It’s my fault… all of it. I blame myself for dragging Isla into my s**t. It’s been two days since I got my hands on her phone… two f*****g days, and as I stare at it inside the transparent nylon bag on the table in the investigator’s office, I can’t help the feeling of dread creeping into me.
With all the money and power I possess, I couldn’t do anything for a full day because of the stupid law that says you have to wait twenty-four hours before filing a missing person report. Even after I showed them her damn broken phone.
“Mr. Blackwood, I’ll suggest you sit this one out. Joseph Matin Muir will be on his way. Besides, I heard you have your own problems to deal with.”
Ah yes, I do. I mean, when don’t I ever have a problem? From the moment I was born into this family, I’ve always had pr
