|| Author POV ||
Killian stood in the study room of his mansion, his broad figure silhouetted by the cold, icy wind brushing against the window as he gazed at the night sky. His deep voice filled the room.
“Has the investigation made any progress?” he asked, his voice low but filled with quiet command.
The earpiece cracked a voice out. “We’ve gone over every file, every piece of evidence. There’s nothing to indicate what happened. It’s as if the trail’s been wiped clean.”
Killian’s eyes narrowed and his mind replayed the events from years ago, the case that had never been solved, someone who had disappeared without a trace.
“It’s been years, and we’re still in the dark.” Killian muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting.
“Someone’s covering their tracks. Whoever’s behind th
