A Mess

Demitri

I get into her apartment and order someone to grab the items from under the bath. Standing, I look around her bedroom. Why does it look like she has left?

Her drawers are open. Some are even fucking empty. I know what would confirm if she has left. Every night, she would write in it. I lift her mattress and notice the diary is gone.

"Bitch!" I shout, and Evan looks at me. "She played me. She fucking left!" I can't believe I fell for it. "Rob!" I shout and watch as he steps in.

"Yes Boss?"

"When she left, was anyone with her? Did she have anything with her?" I ask.

"A suitcase, boss," he explains, and I sigh.

That makes it fucking harder.

"You wanted a challenge," Evan smirks.

"A challenge, yes. Not her just disappearing. Get Paul to search the footage we have access to and try to track her movements through the city tonight. Find out where she went," I state, and Evan nods, taking out his phone.

"Got it, Boss." Sam holds out the box; opening it, I stare. What would have happen