Two days earlier....
Artemis’s POV
The sound of glass shattering against the wall echoed through the office. Artemis stood behind his desk, chest heaving, his hand still clutching the edge of the table as his private investigator cowered before him.
“A month,” Artemis seethed. “Thirty goddamn days and this is what you bring me? Nothing?”
“I’ve traced every lead, sir,” the PI stammered. “She vanished completely. No records. No calls. No—”
“Then you’re fired.”
The PI flinched. “Please, Mr. Drake—”
“Get out!” Artemis thundered, pointing at the door. “You had one job. One!”
The man didn’t argue. He turned and stumbled out of the office.
Artemis collapsed into his chair, dragging his hands down his face. He hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Every night he saw her. Lana. Her voice. Her la
