It rained all night.
By morning, Douglas stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his study, his eyes bloodshot.
The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts. The entire room reeked of smoke.
"Sir, we searched the entire coastal road. Nothing," his subordinate reported with his head lowered. "We sent out a lot of people, but no one's seen Ms. Stone."
Douglas slammed his fist against the desk. "Keep looking."
His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
At that moment, Carlin rushed in, panic written all over her face.
She held up her phone. "Douglas, the driver's number's been disconnected! I've tried calling over and over, and it's completely dead!"
Douglas turned sharply, his gaze cutting like a blade. "What kind of person did you hire?"
"I... I just found a random d
