Oliver's POV
The moment I slid into my car outside the hospital, my phone vibrated inside my jacket. Seeing the name of the lead arresting officer flash across the screen actually made me smile—finally, finally, this nightmare might be ending.
"So? Is he behind bars?" I asked the second I answered.
The pause on the other end wiped the smile off my face.
"He's not at home," the officer replied. "We're heading to his office now. We're hoping he's there—even if it's Sunday."
I exhaled slowly, gripping the steering wheel. "Update me the moment you find him. I'm heading to your station now. I'll see you there."
I hung up and was just sliding my phone back into my pocket when it rang again.
Ria...
A chill crawled up my spine even before I answered.
"Yes? What is it?"
Her voice came out in a frantic whisper. Too frantic.
[Sir—Irene is missing.]
