"Call me as soon as you get any information," I said into the phone, my voice tight as I paced back and forth across my bedroom floor.

I hung up, feeling more anxious than ever. Time was running out, and I still hadn't heard a single useful update from the informant I'd hired to look into Sullivan's sudden disappearance. Frustration boiled inside me, and I dragged a hand through my hair, clutching the strands.

I let out a ragged breath, my patience wearing down to a thread. I needed to find Sullivan, and I needed to do it fast. With each passing hour, my desperate hope of finding him alive...