The new day brought Evan a series of gifts that shook him to the core. His eyes were glued to the laptop screen as he went through the emails.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Evan had hired a private detective in Bombay to keep tabs on Henna and Migol from afar. He knew this was far from over.
When pushed to a corner, people won't hesitate to bear their fangs, so he needed to stay prepared but…
Now, he had received a message saying Henna and Migol had disappeared. They hadn't checked out of their hotel; they just vanished.
The hotel had filed a complaint with the police, who were searching for them, but so far, there were no results.
For a moment, a hollowness boomed in Evan's heart making him lose his composure. It was agonizingly painful.
What was more astonishing was that the CCTV cameras had been shut off for a few minutes.
