Chapter 75

Shackled By Faith

Astor’s blood ran cold.

A wristwatch. A body. The mountains.

His fingers twitched. His heart pounded.

"Sir?" Brandon’s voice was cautious.

Astor forced himself to speak. "Whose watch?"

"They haven’t identified it yet," Brandon admitted. "But they will soon."

Astor pushed back from his desk, rising to his feet. His hands curled into fists.

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Charlotte sat on her bed, staring at the text message on her screen.

Detective Foster had sent the address.

Tomorrow, she would see for herself.

Tomorrow, she would find out the truth.

But tonight?

Tonight, she wouldn't sleep.

Because for the first time in years, the past wasn’t just a...