Kyle let out a low whistle when he heard the details.
“Senator Ford’s daughter? Damn, Grey. You really know how to attract trouble. Are you acquainted with him?”
Daryl sighed and shook his head. “Nope.”
Kyle shrugged. “Then maybe that works in your favor. But damn! You might get promoted faster than me!” He laughed. “I’ll be jealous!”
Daryl smirked. That was the plan. He needed to prove something—to them, to himself.
“So? Where do we start?” Kyle asked, his face turning serious.
Daryl didn’t respond immediately, already scanning the initial reports.
The sudden whir of the printer echoed through the room.
“That’s the initial report we have so far,” Daryl said. “We need to start with the last place she was seen.”
Kyle nodded, stood up, and grabbed the freshly printed papers. He scan
