ZANDER
Dawn is creeping to the east. The crane that hauled the taxi off the river is exiting the bridge, leaving the wrecked car, ambulance, and police vehicles.
It has been four hours since the accident. A helicopter loiters above, focusing light on the river and the banks ever since it was broadcasted that a budding actor is suspected to be one of the casualties of a car crash. Two motorboats were deployed some time ago to help with the search.
They found the taxi driver two hours ago floating just outside the Phra Sumen Fort. Alex is still missing. I have been calling him every five minutes, hoping he’ll answer and tell me he’s stranded somewhere in the city. But his phone is dead.
Finn is sitting on the sidewalk, hands gripping his hair tightly.
“Can you please hurry,” I whisper t
