Why should I care about her whereabouts?

Drake's POV

I sped into the company's parking lot, my tires screeching against the tarred road. I pulled up beside a sleek BMW, killed the engine, and jumped out of my car. With a sense of urgency, I headed into the office to meet Sam, the lead expert from the cellular analysis and tracking team.

As I entered the building, the cool air conditioning enveloped me, a stark contrast to the warmth of the evening. The receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my frazzled expression.

"How may I help you?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"I need to see Sam," I replied, my voice firm but laced with desperation. "I need his service. I need him to track down someone's location"

She nodded, gesturing to the door. "He's inside his office."

I pushed open the door to Sam's office, and he stood up from behind his desk, a mix of curiosity and concern on his face.

“Good day, Mr Sam Larry."

" Good day Mr ___?.” Sam cocked his head, asking a question.

" Mr Drake.” I repli