Adeline's POV

The traffic camera footage haunted me.

Emma Morrison. Sixteen years old. Smiling in the passenger seat of Russio Gravano's Mercedes. Driving toward the estate at 10:47 PM.

She'd never been seen again.

I spent the next day digging deeper. If Emma had been taken to the estate, there had to be records. Security logs. Gate entries. Something.

But when I accessed the estate's archived security footage from that night, entire chunks were missing. Hours erased. Including the ...