Two months later...
Cole
I slid the aviators up my nose, they have become a necessity considering I was unable to sleep without drinking myself into stupor nowadays. I picked up my phone from the centre console and dialled the number that I had been dialling compulsively since the last two months like an alcoholic searching for one last beer can in the kitchen.
“Did you find him?”
“No. There’s no sign of the boy you gave us a picture of.”
I gritted my teeth, my hand going to the back of my neck as tension gathered in my shoulders. “You all are incompetent f*****g arseholes. You can’t find a teenage boy, what can you even do?” I growled into the phone.
“Mr Bianchi, we are trying our best. We checked the city surveillance, there’s no sign of that boy.” The P. I. my father had hired, s
