Chapter 24-Adrian
Two days.
That was how long Paul had been missing.
And still—nothing. No leads. No sightings. No ransom note.
The police were “doing their best,” which usually meant sitting on their asses and waiting for a miracle. Reporters had already started circling like vultures, sniffing for a scandal, and my father—ever the perfect patriarch—was more worried about what the headlines would say than about his missing son.
Not like he ever really cared about Paul.
My own Intel was still on it, trying to get his hands on something.
Though I did wish it wasn't sooner, I liked the idea of Paul not existing.
Why? Evelyn.
I get to have Evelyn to myself. That's if she doesn't keep pushing me away.
I sat in my office, the air heavy with the faint scent of whiskey and exhaustion.
