A Desperate Move

2 weeks ago

Andrew’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled up outside the police station, his jaw clenched. He had waited long enough. Antonia had insisted she had things under control, but it had been days. Too many days. And Ramona was still missing.

He couldn’t sit around anymore. He had to do something.

Pushing open the station doors, he walked straight to the front desk. The officer behind it, a middle-aged man with graying hair, barely looked up from his paperwork.

“I need to report a missing person,” Andrew said, his voice firm but tight with worry.

The officer sighed, flipping a page in his file. “Name?”

“Ramona Carpenter.”

That got the officer’s attention. He finally glanced up, expression unreadable. “Age?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Last seen?”

Andrew swallowed hard. “A few nights ago. At the casino where there was a shoot out.”

The officer’s pen stilled. His gaze darkened slightly. “And you’re sure she’s missing?”