Chapter 11

Days and weeks passed in the relentless search for Kaitlyn, yet she remained elusive as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. Each clue led to another dead end, leaving Dean and Carlo, the private investigator, frustrated and at a loss. Carlo, a friend and investigator, scratched his head in bewilderment, contemplating the seemingly well-planned disappearance. His searches yielded no results, and the absence of any trace suggested someone covering Kaitlyn's tracks. He leaned against the gate of the Ashenwood's sold mansion, watching the caretaker and gardener diligently tending to the property.

With crossed arms, he pondered deeply. Attempts to gather information from the caretaker and gardener proved futile. They appeared honest, their words consistent with no slips of the tongue.

Carlo sighed in surrender, ready to convey the disheartening news to Dean. As he reached for his phone, intending to share the grim reality, a tall figure appeared on the scene. The woman called