Chapter 137

ZAIN PARKED THE FIAT outside of the police station.

Hours spent canvassing the area where Andrea had gone missing and the apartment complex had turned up nothing. Not a thing. Besides the people on the road, no one had noticed the man, Andrea or their car. How could they just disappear? He itched to be at his computer, to do something that might yield a lead, but he had to leave that up to Gavin and pray the kid realized what was at stake here.

He pushed the front doors open and checked in at the front desk. The officers on scene had connected him to the Detective Bowman that Crystal and Andrea had wanted to speak to.

"Bowman is on his way," the officer at the desk said after a quick buzz.

Zain checked his phone again. Nine texts from Crystal, two from some of the guys and one from his boss. Fuck. He'd leave that for later. Chances were, whatever Crawford had to say wouldn't be good.