Chapter 125: Carla

Neither spoke a word all the way up to Ashton's room. Carla shut the door, and he paced across to the windows. She leaned her back against the door and watched him.

What was he going through in his head? How much was he holding in?

"They're never going to find him, are they?" Ashton turned to look at her, the light at his back casting his face into shadow. She didn't need to see him to feel the heartache.

"I think they will. You had me read their reviews and vet them, remember?" She pushed off the door and took a few steps forward. "I just-I still think we're coming at this from the wrong angle."

"What would you have me do?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and propped his elbows on his knees. His jacket was long gone, and he'd rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. He really was a handsome man.