Lana Sage disappeared after work on Friday afternoon. It was now Monday, and there was still no word on her location. Cameron Lance, her husband and manic keeper, was at his wit’s end.
At first, he thought she’d reverted to her party-girl ways. There was no tabloid news, though, and none of the club owners he talked to recalled seeing her. None of the security cameras caught her leaving, despite the fact that her car was clearly not in the lot.
“She might’ve left through the delivery entrance,” Henry said when Cameron brought it up. “It’s our one security blind spot.”
The CEO stared at his old friend, “Why the hell haven’t we fixed it yet?”
“It’s not my priority?” Henry offered. “Look, man, I’m sure she’ll show up. She knows she has a job to fulfill.”
Cameron sighed in
