Thirty six

Andrey.

"Mr. Sandro, you have to check this out," Sam calls out, heading my way with a tab in his hand. I stop dead in my tracks and snatch the tab from him. The screen shows a location just twenty minutes away from my place.

"This is where she was last," Sam explains quickly. "It's close to her mom's place, she's gotta be there," I say, feeling the urgency in my gut.

"Exactly, sir," Sam nods in agreement.

"Call and get the cars ready," I say, hustling back into the house from the rooftop. We hop on the elevator and head down to the garage.

With each passing second, it feels like time's slipping away, like I might lose her if I don't move fast enough. I didn't sleep a wink last night, not knowing where Hazel was.

Her last known spot was some motel, but then she went off the grid, and I couldn't track her anymore. I called and texted, but got nothing back. I didn't give a damn about what the news was saying; all I cared about was finding Hazel safe and sound. By morning, I thoug