By the time Adrian walked out of the police precinct, it was already noon.
Everyone else had been picked up. Only he remained, still dialing Ivy's number over and over again.
He told himself she was just angry. She would calm down by tomorrow. So he went home and tried to sleep.
The next day, Ivy didn't show up at the office.
Adrian called everyone in, questioning them one by one. "Have you seen Ivy?" he asked.
Every answer was the same—no.
His expression darkened. Without warning, he swept the files off his desk. The edge of a folder sliced into his palm, drawing blood, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.
After a moment, he forced himself to steady his voice. "Go ask around," he said coldly. "If you can't find her, none of you need to come back."
When he finished, he staggered b
