(Marco's POV)
"You're stressed," hands came up to touch my back, something I did not enjoy. The sweat dripping from my brow should have been enough indication that I was under strain. "Let me help you with that."
It had been nearly twenty days and I still hadn't found her, despite having men searching for her day and night. We found the car she used to escape and two wrecked vans which we later on found out belonged to Salvador's men. There was nothing of value in any of the vehicles except for the bag of money found at the bottom of the swamp where her car was found. The money was ruined, but there was a substantial amount of it. She had thought the whole move through, that much was clear.
Searching for her wasn't a matter of wanting her inheritance at this point. We needed to keep her away from Salvador to avoid a complete war, something it seemed she knew too, judging by the fact that she killed every single one of the Austrian guards her father had sent for her.
