Chapter Six
The clues drove me forward, but reality held me back.
Andrew wasn’t kidding about his car being quicker. The black Supercharged Range Rover sat gleaming in the executive parking bay. It was an impressive beast, but I didn’t have time to admire the vehicle further before I jumped inside.
When I slid behind the wheel, someone tapped on the passenger window. I looked over in time to see Amir opening the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“Going with you,” he answered.
“No, you’re not,” I said. “The worst person to be working on a case like this is a father who is directly involved.”
“She’s my daughter.”
“Exactly. You keep yourself safe so when we get her back, she’ll have a father to return to. I’m going to have to be a prick about this, Amir. Get out of the car
