Cole’s POV.

The house was too quiet. Too fucking empty.

I stood by the window, whiskey in my hand, staring at the city beyond the glass. The skyline stretched endlessly, the glow of distant buildings meaningless. My mind had been running in circles, trapped in a cycle of rage, desperation, and helplessness. Emily was out there somewhere. I knew it. I could feel it.

And I was losing my fucking mind without her.

I had done everything…called in favors, made threats, paid off people I despised. But every lead turned into a dead end, every clue dissolved before I could grab it.

I had never felt this powerless before.

Then,...