Arthur sat in his office, the weight of the discovery still pressing heavily on his chest. The memory of Reina’s hairpiece lying on Rylan’s desk refused to leave his mind; he kept picturing it, wondering how it got to be there.
He had just gotten off the phone with the police again, pressing for any updates. Nothing. Still no leads. Still no trace of Reina. Even his private investigator—there was nothing from his end. No clue as to who called him on that unknown number, delivering the first mysterious message.
His assistant's voice came through the intercom. “Sir, there’s a woman here to see you. She says her name is Daine. Claims to be Reina’s best friend.”
Arthur froze.
Daine? Reina's best friend?
He had heard that name somewhere before. He racked his brain, trying to remember where
