Three days.

It's been three days since the moving truck disappeared with my mate, and I have no idea where she is.

Marcus finds me in my office at the pack house at two in the morning, surrounded by empty coffee cups and crumpled papers. I haven't slept. Haven't eaten. Can barely think straight.

"Anything?" he asks, though we both know the answer.

"Nothing." I throw another dead-end lead into the trash.

"It's like they vanished."

I've called every contact I have. Traced every possible ...