Kendrick
I gripped the edge of my desk so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The veins in my arms pulsed with fury, my patience completely worn thin.
“None of you have found her?” My voice was dangerously low, barely above a whisper, but the weight of my rage was unmistakable.
The five men standing before me—my most trusted guards, my best trackers, the men who were supposed to ensure that Kimberly never left my sight—stood frozen, their heads bowed, afraid to even breathe too loudly in my presence.
“Speak,” I growled.
My head of security, Damon, finally dared to lift his gaze. “We’ve checked all transportation records, hacked into airport surveillance, monitored border crossings. There’s no trace of her.”
No trace of her.
No trace of Kimberly.
I let out a slow, controlled brea
