The night began to light up.
News came back from each search point, Victoria Talkington was nowhere to be found.
Both Dodo and Michael had burst into tears.
Mrs. Clegg was restless with anxiety, pacing around the house.
Hank Clegg kept his head lowered, sitting on the icy stairs leading to the garden, and pulling at his hair.
Last time, Victoria had disappeared, but everyone knew it was Franklin Clegg who had taken her, at least they knew to find Franklin if they needed her.
But what about this time? It was Victoria herself who left this time.
Why did she walk away on her own?
Could it be just because he told her about the news from the last Elite Club Meeting, which had since spread?
But he clearly remembered that back then, she was completely stunned and dumbfounded, seemingly not understanding what had been said at all…
No, there must have been something he missed.
There had to be.
