CHRISTIAN'S POV
The world has never ignored my voice before.
Ministers answer my calls. Bishops rise when I walk in. Governors shake my hand. But for three days, no one can tell me where my daughter is.
Angel doesn't even last two days at Kingsbridge International University. Now I stand in a hotel room that smells of bleach and cold coffee, staring at a silent phone that never rings.
Seventy-two hours since the school called to say Angel is missing. I haven't slept. Food turns to ash in my mouth. I've exhausted every favor, every contact, every man who ever owed me a debt. Still nothing.
"Christian," Rose's voice cuts through the room, tight and thin. "Did you hear what the inspector said? They found nothing on the cameras. Nothing."
"I heard him." I didn't look up from the phone. "
