Author POV

Mrs. Scofield stormed down the marble steps even before Mark reached the pavement. When he stepped out of the car behind her, his face was ashen but controlled.

Mrs. Scofield planted herself in front of Gray like a battering ram. Rage rippled through her voice. “You must be joking. Is it true—you don’t know where my daughter is?” The question ripped out of her before she could shape it. Gray opened his mouth and found nothing to say.

“Where the hell is my daughter?” ...