As I scroll through the endless photos of Jack, trying to find any clue that might match Emily's vague descriptions, my phone rings sharply.
It's Chris on the other end, his voice tense with urgency.
"Any progress?"
He asks almost immediately, not bothering with formalities. I reply with a resigned…
"Not yet."
And I can almost hear his frustration crackling through the phone line. He pauses for a brief moment, then his tone hardens.
"You have one day."
He states flatly, leaving no room for negotiation. I can't help but feel the pressure mounting as I end the call and turn back to Candy, who's looking at me with a mixture of concern and determination.
We both know we need to dig deeper, and fast. Chris is unlike Zayn. He's not babying us one bit.
He has been looking for reasons to get us to drop this whole thing, I don't want to give me those reasons.
