Tomorrow's Midnight

1:08 p.m.

Keith pace around the house.

2:47 p.m.

Basement.

4:59 p.m.

He sat on the sofa and spend his time watching Tv as his legs bounce from time to time—his leg was itching to sprint out from the house and search for her on his own.

His eyes darted to the window and the door expecting her to turn up at any moment.

He had been doing this for unknown hours.

And now, it's dark outside.

His men haven't called ...