“I got a text from Cassey that Elton hasn’t been home for two days.”

“And?”

I didn’t take my eyes off my phone screen. Grandpa was standing near my desk, his hands resting on his gold cane.

“Does that have anything to do with you?”

“You asked me the same thing a few days ago when Diego told you that Gio was missing. Does the disappearance of those people have to do with me?”

"You're in conflict with them. I know you well. You wouldn't let someone who bothers you get away ...