Three days later, the atmosphere inside Marcus Hale’s office was heavier than before. The large desk was covered with maps, lists of locations, and reports that all said the same thing... They can't see anything.
Marcus sat back in his leather chair, fingers steepled under his chin. Standing in front of him were Rainer and the two men who had led the search. Their faces were tight and tense; they knew what was coming.
“Speak,” Marcus said, his voice low and calm, but that calm was far more dangerous than shouting. “Tell me exactly what you have found.”
Rainer stepped forward first. “We checked every hotel, inn, and guest house in the city and all surrounding towns. We visited every hospital, every police station, every bus and train terminal. We even checked the private clinics and sma
