Jason's POV
The blue light of the monitors hummed in the darkness of my office, reflecting off the glass of scotch I hadn't touched in an hour. I leaned forward, my eyes burning as I watched the grainy footage of the alley for the hundredth time. It was a loop of nothing. Shadows, a stray cat, the flicker of a distant streetlight—but no Sarah.
I slammed my fist onto the mahogany desk, the vibration rattling the monitors. She couldn't have just evaporated. No one disappears in this city without leaving a digital footprint, unless they have help.
My phone buzzed, cutting through the silence. Sheriff Stephan.
I took a sharp breath, closing my eyes for a second to center myself. When I opened them, the predator was gone, replaced by the hollow-eyed, grieving husband I’d been playing for t
