Arthur turned the city upside down.
He unleashed the company’s entire security network. They checked airports, train stations, highways, even private flight manifests.
Nothing.
I had vanished.
No tickets under my name. No activity on any of my accounts.
The following evening, Arthur sat in his study, bloodshot-eyed, when his assistant walked in carrying an evidence bag.
Inside was a smashed phone.
“Sir, we traced the license plate and found this in a dumpster near an intersection,” the assistant said. “Sanitation picked it up during the storm.”
Arthur stared at the bag.
He recognized my phone immediately.
I’d cut every last tie.
"Have tech restore the data. Now." His voice sounded like sandpaper. "I want to know who she talked to before she left!"
Two hours later, tech brought
