Chapter 12 The Trace of Her

The room was dim, lit only by the soft flicker of an old fluorescent bulb that buzzed faintly in the background. Tunde sat at the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees, head bowed-until his phone vibrated.

It was 3:14 AM.

Private Investigator: "We found her."

Tunde's head snapped up.

He opened the message, heart thundering.

Location: St. Monica's H