Dante POV
Days passed, and there was still no news on her whereabouts.
Everyone who saw her last swore they saw her at the mental hospital before the fire.
I was growing impatient with every passing day, knowing Amaya’s murderer was somewhere out there, breathing the same air as me.
Cyrus was always quick to remind me that the missing nurse was just a suspect — after all, we couldn’t recognize the person’s face in the footage, and it was too grainy to make a clear identification.
But I didn’t care.
Someone set that fire. Someone walked out of that room while my mate burned to death. And someone was going to pay for it.
I was in my office, trying to distract myself by rewatching the CCTV footage over and over again. Each time the image of the nurse flashed on the screen, I would curse under my breath.
Cyrus was also present, but he sat in the far corner of my office, quietly observing me. He had been doing that a lot lately. I wouldn’t blame him — I was slowly going mad.
My fist clench