The house was like a tomb. I stood in the doorway of what used to be our bedroom – now just mine, I guess – staring at the empty spot where Bella's dresser had been. No note. No address. Nothing to show that my wife of three years had ever even been here.
She was gone. They both were.
"Sir?" Marcus, my head of security, showed up behind me with that "I've got bad news" look. "We've checked the house."
I turned around, but I really wanted to keep staring at that corner, wishing I could bring Bella back with my mind. "And?"
"Serious operation, sir. Whoever set this up knew their stuff." Marcus looked grimly at his tablet. "No signs of a fight, but they took everything carefully. Not just belongings – they got rid of any signs that a family lived here. Photos, documents, the works."
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