Rain drummed against the glass window of Adrian’s car as he drove through the empty streets of the city. The wipers swayed rhythmically, clearing the streaks of water, but nothing could clear the storm raging inside his chest.

Casandra had vanished.

And with every hour that passed, she was one step further beyond his reach.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. “She’s playing a game again,” he muttered. “She always does.”

Beside him sat Markus, his long-time friend and private investigator, eyes fixed on the map on his tablet.

“She’s smarter than before,” Markus said quietly. “No credit trail, no phone pings, no social media. But… we...