Brenda’s POV
I hadn't slept. My body ached, my heart felt like it had been ripped out, and I couldn’t breathe without wondering—where is Tony?
He had disappeared twenty-four hours earlier.
"No word yet," Max remarked as he entered the kitchen of the safehouse. He appeared worn down as well, but not nearly as broken as I was.
"Have you looked into the tunnels by the south docks?" With my fingers hurting from holding my phone so tightly, I asked. "He was last spotted there."
Max rubbed his temple and nodded. "Nothing. No blood. No indication of a fight. He seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
"No," I paced and whispered. He was taken by someone. Someone adept at hiding their identity.
He gave me a close look. "We'll track him down, Brenda."
I gave a headshake. "That is insuffici
