It was the eighteenth hour to Rachel’s disappearance and Alejandro was restless. The coffee table of his penthouse was crumpled up with Starbucks cups, some brown paper bags of food items that his men had brought over but he hadn’t even touched them as he laid restless over his couch, looking ahead of him out from the large window the scenic view of the huge skyscrapers and reflecting buildings, his mind lost in daze. He looked back over the hand rest of the couch and picked up the small velvet box. He opened it up and looked down at the diamond ring that he was planning on giving to Rachel but again his entire plan got messed up.
So far all he could muster up was the faces of two guys, that were caught up in the street surveillance. They couldn’t be traced with their identities, not eve
