There was no trace of her, the SUV that took her, the person who could've dared to take her, or anything regarding the case.
Even after forty minutes of driving along the same highway the shop owner had pointed to, Antonio couldn't locate or even guess where those people could've taken Elara.
His hands trembled in frustration and anger at himself as he parked the car to the side to make a call.
With trembling fingers and a pounding heart, he called George, the sweat on his brow glistening as he tried to steady his voice amid the chaos, knowing every second counted.
"And I think we should primarily focus on the development of—" George paused when he saw his phone vibrating, the caller ID catching his attention.
He knew if Antonio was calling him at this time, even when he was aware of his schedule because of how he used to work for him earlier, it had to be something important.
"I am sorry, Dad. I have to take this," George stood from his seat.
