Chapter 3
Paul ran his hand down his face and looked tiredly into the bathroom mirror. He didn’t get home until almost two o’clock this morning. He had a full day of work ahead of him even though he had cancelled all of his survival trainings until further notice. He didn’t need the money. His folks had done well in their investments and he had continued it. He was a multi-millionaire several times over, but money had never meant much to him except as a means of providing for him and Trisha.
At forty-seven, he had just the first hint of gray sprinkled through his dark hair. Most of it had come on over the past six months since his baby girl disappeared. He leaned forward and gripped the edge of the sink with both hands as he fought the fear gnawing at his gut. The muscles along his shoul
