André's POV

Pierre sat down beside me, and we began to make calls to inquire about Olivia's last whereabouts.

I made a few calls, and soon, I saw the expression on Pierre’s face change.

"What is it? Have you got a lead?"

Pierre set his phone down and nodded.

"Yes. It seems that when I left, she didn't go to school and went to a café across the street."

I wanted to relax a bit, but I couldn't until we had found her and were sure that she was safe.

"Alright. Call the café and check ...