Roman
I was still staring at the message about Adrian when my phone rang. The timing made my stomach drop before I even looked at the screen.
It was Callum. One of my oldest contacts, a man who didn't call unless something had gone seriously wrong.
"Talk to me," I said, already standing, already reaching for my jacket like my body knew before my brain caught up that I was about to need to move.
"Isabelle's off the grid." His voice was clipped and professional. . "Last confirmed location was her apartment two hours ago. She's not answering calls, her phone's showing no movement, and my guy watching the building lost visual twenty minutes ago."
The floor tilted slightly under me. "Lost visual how."
"Building's got a back exit. Could be nothing." He paused. "Roman, given what you told m
