Chapter 220 The Faint Sound of Whimpering

Nordshire wasn't exactly a big city, but it wasn't tiny either. Skylar, Yvette, and a few others had been searching everywhere all afternoon, and by the time the sky turned dark, they still hadn't found a single trace of Elaine and Marcus. The police had already pulled every string they could, mobilizing every connection across the city. It was essentially a full-scale manhunt. Yet, the two of them, two living, breathing people, seemed to have vanished into thin air. Skylar was starting to lose his composure. He stared out the car window, watching as the streetlights flicked on one by one, and the more he thought about it, the more certain he became. Elaine wasn't here. He turned to Amelia beside him. "From what I've found, Marcus took Elaine to Norton. Are you really that sure they're in Nordshire?" Flustered and uneasy, Amelie's fingers were interlocked, gripping each other so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Though it was the dead of winter, sweat beaded on her forehead.