Cavin's POV
The night had stretched into a series of unrelenting challenges. My head throbbed, and my heart raced as Nathan worked feverishly beside me, his fingers flying over the keyboard of his laptop. Every lead had turned into a dead end, each clue feeling like sand slipping through my fingers.
"Anything yet?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
Nathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm trying, Cavin. These people know how to cover their tracks. Whoever took Eliza has deep connections."
I growled under my breath, slamming my fist on the table. "Try harder, Nathan. She's out there, terrified, and I won't let her suffer another second longer."
My phone buzzed on the table, and I snatched it up, expecting another false lead. Instead, Daniel's name flashed across the screen. A pit formed in my stomach.
"What do you want?" I barked as I answered.