{ADAM}
My thumb keeps jabbing his contact for the fiftieth f*****g time and the bastard still isn't picking up.
This can't be happening. He's supposed to be in Dubai. How the hell did he get to the city? And how did he even find her?
God, I'm going to f*****g murder him if he lays a hand on her.
"Who the f**k are you even calling, Adam?" Hunter's voice comes from behind me. He's been pacing there like a storm of useless energy.
I ignore him, listening to the phone ring and then go to voicemail again.
My thumb hits the redial button again. I can feel my teeth crushing together with frustration.
"Mr. Hilton," Miller says from his chair beside me.
"We're wasting critical minutes here. If you have any information—any at all—now is the time to let us know. Stop this game you're playin
