“Mr. Cedrick Rosa?” Emerald asked as the man entered her office. He nodded and offered his hand for a shake, which young Morgan accepted, motioning him to sit on a chair before her.

“Thank you,” Cedrick said, taking the seat. “I know you’re wondering who and why I am here.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that,” Emerald replied, smiling.

“I’m a detective,” he said, creasing Emerald’s forehead. She doesn’t know any reason for a detective to visit her.

“And what can I do for you, Mr. Detective?” she asked.

“I want to know where Ms. Ember Ferguson is.” Emerald was stunned. She couldn’t say anything and was...