Erick
The private jet rumbled softly beneath my feet as I climbed the steps, the low hum of its engines filling the air.
My men followed closely behind, their faces drawn from exhaustion and long days of fruitless searching.
Mauritius.
That was our next lead.
I had seen her in that cctv footage from the airport and I was there where David inquired and got to know that she had been to Mauritius.
I didn’t believe much in luck anymore, but desperation had a way of making you chase even the faintest shadows of hope.
My boots clicked against the polished floor of the cabin as I stepped inside.
I didn’t sit right away. Instead, I went to the window, staring out at the gray sky as it stretched endlessly above the tarmac.
The weight in my chest hadn’t lifted in weeks.
Everywhere I w
