Vincent’s POV
“Sir, I found her. She’s in um…. How exactly should I put this? It’s not pretty…”
I look up from my work at Jamie, my most trusted partner. He shuffles his weight from foot to foot, his eyes everywhere but my face. Jamie has worked with me for years, and I’ve never seen him bothered by anything.
My spine straightens and I focus my attention on him. “Well?”
He drops a brown envelope on my table. “You’re not going to like it, Sir,”
I open the envelope and read its content. With each line I read, a pit of disbelief grows in my chest.
“A mental hospital? And you’re certain she’s here?”
Jamie nods. “Affirmative. They say she’s been there years. There are pictures inside. It was tough getting them, security is really tight in that place you’d think they have the president
