N I K L A U S ' s P o V
"Another false sighting." Ricky informed me, coming into my room. "It was a tweet of seeing Miss. Lopez in some local street in Chicago. Team checked cameras and found the woman. Turns out, it was just a look-alike with different hair."
I sighed. One week. Today was the eighth day since she was missing. Smith took her from right under my nose, and even my last, most desperate attempt to go public and get their help was not working two days after the press conference. All we got was people trying to reach our number for clout, or even the slightest look-alikes being reported. This was the fifth call, and all still in vain.
"Sir," Ricky hesitantly said, and I looked up at him. "We will find her."
I chuckled in sarcasm. "Smith took her from my hand, Ricky. I entr
