Chapter 38: No Updates

In Mateo's office with the low hum of electronics and the occasional shuffle of papers. Detective Thompson sat across from Mateo, his expression grave, the lines on his face deepened by the burden of his badge.

Mateo's hands were clenched, his knuckles white. His voice, when he spoke, was laced with a desperation that he could no longer hide. As days progresses without any updates about his wife, he ound it increasingly difficult to maintain the facade of calm. His nerves are frayed, his patience waning, the constant worry gnawing at him.

"It's been days, Detective. Weeks without a single word. How is that possible? With all the technology, the resources—how can nothing be done?" Mateo asked for the umpteenth time, his frustration clear on his features.

"About that Roman? Still no news from him? He's the only person my wife's with that night. So, I am sure that he was involved in this!" Mateo continued, his eyes darkening. Detective Thompson sighed, the weight of countless cases r