Chapter 85
The sun was barely up when the call came in. Another girl was missing. Mark stood by his desk, the receiver pressed tight against his ear as the details were rattled off in a crisp, emotionless tone. "Anna Jenkins," the officer said. "Twenty-four. Black hair. Green eyes. Last seen leaving her apartment around 10:30 p.m. last night. No sign of forced entry. No signs of struggle." Mark scribbled the information down, his gut twisting. "Family?" he asked. "Parents filed the report. Said it’s not like her to just vanish." Mark muttered a curse under his breath, thanked the officer, and hung up. He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to stay calm. Another girl. Another family ripped apart. Another mystery with no clear answers. What the hell was happening? He grabbed the f
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