I had been chasing leads on Richard's whereabouts for days, but nothing concrete had come up. The silence on that front was beginning to weigh heavily on me. Just as I was steeling myself to dig deeper into the mystery, my phone rang. It was Adéle's father, Marcus Laurent. His voice was sharp and urgent.
"Gonzalo, I need you at my warehouse, now," he said. "I'm serious."
I didn't waste any time. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," I replied curtly. I hung up and immediately got into my car. As I started the engine, my thoughts drifted to Adéle. I couldn't help but wonder if she had run to her father's side in tears over my behavior. It wasn't the first time she'd done that, but honestly, I didn't care much. What I had with Marcus was strictly business, cold, hard business, while my time with Adéle was just pleasure. I hated mixing the two up.