It was the sixth day, and Christopher Robinson left the office, intending to pick up Amelia Cobb from work.
It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening.
The capital's nightlife was just beginning, and the dimming lights couldn't overshadow the city's neon glow.
Christopher Robinson instructed Isaac Fenton to drive to the Cobb-Robinson Group. When the car stopped at the entrance, the company's front doors were tightly shut. It was pitch black inside—a sign that there was no one around. Isaac Fenton returned and knocked on Christopher's car window: "Sir."
Christopher had seen it too.
The person who texted him twenty minutes ago saying she was still at work had already left?
Christopher had a nagging feeling that there was something he was missing.
She left?
Fine, he presumed she had gone home.
"Let's go home."
Christopher returned home at 9:40.
But Amelia was nowhere to be seen in the house.
"Where's Miss Amelia?" Isaac Fenton asked Sadie.
