Liam
The next morning.
The rolling shutter at No. 14 Old Street was locked tight with a rusty padlock. Dried water and a few crushed rose petals had seeped out from under the door.
Liam walked up and yanked at the lock. The metal door rattled with a dull thud.
No one had come back to clean up.
Liam got back in his car and dialed Ivy's number. The automated voice said it couldn't connect. He switched to the messaging app and sent a text. A red exclamation mark popped up immediately.
The engine roared. The black sports car tore through the streets of Harbor City. Liam went to the bank branch where she'd withdrawn the trust fund. He went to the alley where the underground blood bank was located. He even went to the seaside neighborhood where she'd sold her grandmother's apartment two ye
