(Dustin’s POV)
When I pull up to Sabrina's place, the street is already full of vehicles. Police cruisers with lights flashing. Sophia's white SUV. And Ethan Hale's black sedan parked in front of the house like he owns the place.
I park haphazardly and sprint to the front door.
It's open. Voices inside—urgent, coordinated, professional.
I push through and find controlled chaos.
Police officers with radios. Ethan on his phone, talking rapid-fire to someone about tracking technology. Sophia pacing by the window, her usual composure completely shattered.
And no sign of Sabrina or Jake.
"Where is Jake?" I demand, and everyone turns to look at me.
Sophia's expression goes from worried to murderous in half a second. "You have some f*****g nerve to ask that.”
A detective I don't recogniz
