CHAPTER 382: GOING NOWHERE

The late afternoon sun beat down on Lorenzo's neck, sweat dripping down his collar as he slammed his phone shut. "Another dead end, “he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. He turned to George, who stood beside him, a stoic expression etched on his face. "Nothing from Sasha either? “George asked, his voice low and gravelly. Lorenzo shook his head, his gaze scanning the bustling New York Street. Taxis honked; people hurried past, oblivious to their frantic search for Carol. "Nada. This whole city feels like a giant maze." Another phone buzzed in Lorenzo's pocket. This time, he didn't bother to look at the caller ID. He just answered, his voice clipped. "Yeah?" A distorted voice crackled through the receiver. "Having trouble finding your little runaway, Lorenzo?" Lorenzo felt a surge of anger. "Who is this? “He demanded, his grip tightening on the phone. The voice chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Let's just say someone who's enjoying watching you squirm."