Gary sat behind his desk, his eyes bloodshot.
The final report his assistant had delivered lay open before him.
And it contained nothing.
No leads.
No sightings.
No evidence.
Olivia had vanished without a trace.
"Useless idiots!" With a violent sweep of his arm, he sent the report flying across the office.
Pages scattered across the floor.
His chest heaved with rage. He moved to the computer himself, pulling up every surveillance feed recovered from the area surrounding the burned estate.
Hour after hour, he combed through the footage frame by frame.
His eyes burned from exhaustion, but he refused to stop.
He wouldn't miss even the faintest shadow.
Even the slightest possibility.
He refused to believe Olivia was gone.
No body had been found. No remains had been identified.
