LIAM RYDER
“What do you mean you couldn’t find him?” I snapped, my voice thunderous as it echoed through the hallway.
My glare locked onto Mrs. Janice—the matron of the boarding school—burning holes through her soul. The woman stood frozen, trembling like she’d just come face-to-face with the devil himself. And right now? That’s exactly who I felt like.
Jeoffrey had been missing since yesterday evening, and I was only being told this now, on his birthday, of all days?
“You people are going to rot in jail if you don’t bring my son back,” I growled, stepping forward. “Do you f*cking hear me, Janice?”
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Ryder,” she stammered, her voice cracking as she dropped to her knees, tears spilling freely, tears trickling down from her forehead. “We didn’t want to escalate the situa
