Arga stood at his desk, both hands pressed against the wooden surface, eyes locked on the laptop screen where a red dot blinked steadily on a digital map. His breath came fast. The night felt unbearably long—longer than any night before.

“This can’t be…” he muttered hoarsely, his voice rough. “She can’t just vanish like that.”

One of his forensic team members, a young man named Juno, glanced nervously at another screen.

“We already tried pinging her last location, sir. The phone signal cut off near the bypass bridge. We found the device tossed at the roadside.”

Arga’s head snapped up. “Tossed?”

Juno nodded slowly. “Deliberately, it seems. Maybe so...