Lucien's POV
The car sped through the dark streets, the headlights cutting through the mist. I sat in the back seat, a laptop open on my lap, two phones ringing back and forth, screens filled with static and live feeds. Vincent sat beside me, typing fast on his tablet, his calm expression trying to mask the tension that hung between us.
Every second ticked louder than the hum of the engine, and the silence allowed the frantic beat of my heart to pound in my ears.
"Anything yet?" I asked without looking up from the reports I was trying to scan.
Vincent shook his head. "Nothing; the guards confirmed she didn't go to any airport or international transportation service. She's completely off the grid."
My jaw flexed. "Check again. There has to be a trace."
"Do you have any i
