Alex sat in his simple office, where the only sound was the quiet hum of his computer.
The day was still very bright, but the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows did little to ease his restless mind.
Was Emma and Claire still out with that guy? Should he call them and say he was just checking on them?
What about the boys? Why was there still no calls or update from them? Did that mean Emma was fine and the guy wasn't a threat?
His gaze flicked to his phone again, resting face up on the desk, its screen blank. No calls, no updates.
He exhaled heavily, leaning back in his chair. It had been hours since Emma left for her lunch with Chris, and the guards he had stationed to discreetly watch over her had yet to report back.
What was taking so long? He wondered, a knot of worry tightening in his chest.
