Three long days filled with searching, dead ends and constant worry. Bart had called every contact he could think of in an effort to find any lead on the whereabouts of his sister, but had come up empty. She seemed to have disappeared into thin air. The investigators who’d swept the emergency clinic weren’t much help, either. They found a multitude of fingerprints, as would be the norm for a business under construction, but expected little to come from them. Kelsey had been taken by professionals, and they would have certainly worn gloves. Nick had barely slept a wink. He’d spent much of his weekend trying to flush out information from his contacts in Gianelli’s organisation. Few would even discuss it, much less confide any information. His one and only consolation was that Gianelli would keep her alive as long as she served as leverage against Bart, but thinking of what she could be forced to endure while he was roaming the streets for information was practically killing him. He pulled out his phone and tried to call the one person he’d been unable to reach since his nightmare had begun.
