Edrick’s POVThroughout our drive to the station, Alina’s hands were clutching the edge of her skirt. She was so, so, so nervous, and I could see it. I placed my hands on hers, and with that alone, I could feel the anxiety.Whatever John wanted to discuss, I hoped it wouldn’t break her more than she already was.“Have a seat,” John said when we stepped into his office.“What is the update?” I asked, refusing the seat. Alina’s hands were locked in mine, and even though that brought unwanted gazes, I did not care.“Tell us. Have you found her?” Alina asked.“Not yet, ma’am. But I assure you we are on track,” John said, pointing at the seats again. This time, we sat down.“A lady reported that her store was robbed.”“What does that have to do with Aria?” I asked.“I am getting there.” John looked fed up with me already, but I genuinely hated whenever they beat around the bush just to deliver the main issue in three words.“The suspect stole clothes, shoes, and money. She also cut the wom
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