Raymond hadn’t slept well in a week. Anytime he closed his eyes, he was faced with scary pictures. The first was a recurring dream of Tessa alone and trapped in a muddled space, crying bitterly. He could see her through what appeared like a maze, but he couldn’t reach her.
Morning bled into afternoon and still, there was no word from the man he’d hired. It’s been a week now. He sat in his study, surrounded by scattered papers and a cup of coffee that had gone cold.
He had always prided himself on control, control of emotions, control of business, control of outcomes, which was one thing he had picked from his father… But control meant nothing when it came to Tessa.
He picked up his phone and dialed her number again. He knew what to expect. His previous attempts had led him straight to
