ALEXANDER’S POV
I paced the length of my office, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. The phone was pressed to my ear as James spoke on the other end, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“It’s been over a week, man!” I shouted. “A week! We have the police, the private detective, people trailing Caleb day and night and still nothing!”
“Alexander, I”
“I know he has her, James! I can feel it,” I cut him off, my voice breaking with frustration. “He’s playing us. Covering his tracks. And we’re just sitting here like idiots waiting for breadcrumbs!”
From the corner of the room, Alexandra stood up slowly and walked over. Her expression was calm but concerned. She placed a hand on my arm, rubbing gently in an attempt to soothe me.
“Alex…” she said quietly, “you need to
