Chapter 17

“So any positive update?" An anxious Mike asked, talking to a man who was dressed in a black suit.

The man is actually a private detective named James that Mike had hired to help find his missing fiancee, Ella.

Both men were seated at a table outside a coffee shop with two steamy cups of coffee on their table.

“I am sorry Mr Noah but there are still no signs or cues on where your fiancee might be or what has happened to her. I have been keeping my eyes on her profile and data and she hasn't used any of her credit cards or made any phone calls either," the detective said softly but worriedly.

“What are you trying to say?" It was clear Mike's anxiety was on a high.

Letting out a low, frustrated sigh. “I don't know for certain but from all evidences I have been able to gather so far it's pointing to the fact that your fiancee might just be dea..."

“Don't," Mike cut him short before the detective could finish his statement. His grief was evident in his face.

“Don't you say that out loud