It had been raining in that small town since morning. The gray sky mirrored the storm in Hunter’s heart. He sat in his car, staring at the small building across the street with a heavy breath. This was the address he had gotten from his own quiet investigation since Eliana disappeared from the dormitory.

“Shopia Joy’s former assistant,” he muttered. “I hope you can help.”

Hunter stepped out of the car and knocked on the door of the old house. A few seconds later, a middle-aged woman opened the door. Her face looked pale and tired, but her eyes were sharp, full of caution.

“Yes?” she asked suspiciously.

“Do you...