Enemy of my Enemy

GIOVANNI’S POV "Still nothing?" Enzo stood in my office doorway, a tablet in hand and exhaustion etched into every line of his face. We have both been running on three hours of sleep for the past week. "Nothing concrete," he said, stepping inside and closing the door. "We've expanded the search radius to cover the entire metropolitan area. We checked every hospital, clinic, women's shelter within a hundred kilometers." "And?" I leaned forward, desperate for anything. He shook his head. "A few possible sightings, but they all led nowhere. One woman at a clinic in the south district matched Arya's general description, but the dates don't line up, she'd been going there for months before Arya even left." He scrolled through his notes aa he spoke. "We've checked every hostel, every budget hotel. We even sent people to the train stations, bus terminals and called in favors with half the police force." I bobbed my head slowly, absorbing every information. "What about the clubs? Strip joints?