Sh*t.I ran my hand down my face as Marcus began explaining to me about their failed attempt at trying to find any new information about where Hannah might have been taken.
It was like she had vanished into thin air and no one knew where to find her. The best we had for any evidence or clues about the situation was the DNA sample of the blood we had found in her room, but nothing substantial came up.
The blood belonged to someone named Derek Hughs, and, for all we could tell, Derek had been reported missing and dead by his family two states over around two years ago. The lead ended cold and dead after that, and we were back at square one.
If anything, it only helped to add more confusing questions to the mix. Questions about what sort of men the Auction House had under their belt, who they were hiring from, and just how far reaching this organization was if it employed men from different states.
