#Chapter 148 The Search

Logan My phone buzzes twice—hard and fast—before I even look at the screen. That kind of alert only means one thing: emergency. My skin runs cold and the blood in my veins turns to ice. I slowly reach for my phone and the screen illuminates with a soft and subtle glow. The moment I read the message, my stomach drops. She’s gone. I stand so fast I knock my chair over. Papers scatter from my desk as I grab my phone, already dialing while I head out of the office. My voice is sharp, panic bleeding through. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I yell into the phone as I push through the chaos of my office. The workers stare at me like I am a mad man. They move out of the way as soon as they see me, jumping out of my path so they do not feel the fire of my wrath. “She slipped out during the rotation. Window through the garage. She took your car,” Sergeant Hale’s voice crackles through the line, out of breath. “My car? I have my…” my voice falls quiet. Shit. My old sedan. The car