Jace’s POV
“How difficult is it to find just one lady?!” I yelled in the police station, my voice echoing against the sterile walls like a gunshot. Heads turned. Officers shifted uncomfortably at their desks, eyes darting to me, then quickly away, like I was a storm they didn’t want to stand in the path of.
It had been a week.
Seven agonizing, endless days without a single lead on Isabella.
And I was running out of patience.
The Salvador name carried weight in Texas…hell, across the country. My family wasn’t just wealthy. We weren’t just powerful. We were respected.
Decades of business empires built from the ground up, our money rooted in clean investments and our influence stretching into politics, media, finance. I had pulled every string available…called in favors from people gov
