Chapter 268 Searching

• Jace
• Frustration boils under my skin as I shove through the apartment one last time, rifling through drawers, checking the backs of cabinets, even lifting up couch cushions like some hidden note will magically appear. Nothing. Not a single fucking clue.
• I run a hand through my hair, turning to Rich, who’s watching me with his usual unreadable expression. “There’s gotta be something. People don’t just disappear without a fucking trace.”