ZAC

“Where’s she?” I was as frazzled as I sounded. 

I had to leave New York for Massachusetts on my private jet which was the new filming location of Steebny’s movie for the past two weeks. 

There were people scantily scattered about the location. Tents and trailers built strategically about the wide, open space. 

“In here.” Martins led me toward a trailer.

We stepped into the clean mobile home with enough aisle space for about two persons. Following, I bypassed the sparsely furnished living room and a little kitchenette.

Heading further into the mobile apartment, I spotted the sleeping frame on the bed and immediately knew it was her. 

I...