Dragon
“What am I gonna do, Dad?”
Dad clasps my shoulder and squeezes. “We will find her, Dragon.”
I close my eyes and hang my head, hands clasping the bar.
Everyone keeps saying the same thing, ‘We’ll find her,’ But it’s been almost three weeks, and we’re still no closer.
Draven has expanded the search. He’s even in talks with other Mafia Don’s around the country, asking them for help. Draven has eyes on every airport and dock, checking every flight and boat that leaves in case Greer could be there. But there’s been no sign.
We’ve checked every house in town. Every damn inch of them. We’ve searched shops and warehouses, parks, community buildings, schools, and even abandoned places.
Where the hell could she be?
Kyla is a mess. She can’t settle, she’s not sleeping enough, and she
