As soon as Lorenzo ended the call with Max, an instinctive feeling gripped him—Catherine was somewhere on that mountain.
It was the closest place to the beach where she had vanished.
His team had already scoured the area, but they hadn’t found a single clue.
“Mr. Anderson, you haven’t slept or eaten in ages. You shouldn’t be out there. Where exactly do you plan to look for Mrs. Anderson? Let me send a team instead.”
“No way. I’m going myself. You send a squad to back me up.” With those words, Lorenzo pushed the door open and strode out.
Despite being awake for two days and nights without food, he felt neither fatigue nor hunger.
Without finding Catherine, he couldn’t sleep or eat.
The Maybach roared to life, its speedometer hitting two hundred, while sirens wailed in the distance—Lo
