Without A Trace Book Novels & Stories

"Ms. Yale, I discovered that Mr. Lawrie donated all of his belongings to Sunshine Welfare Home a week ago. I saw his collection of plush toys and some of his clothes and bags there. Should we retrieve them?" … One by one, the reports came in, but they were all dead ends. Edgar's whereabouts remained a mystery, and not a single useful lead had surfaced. Finally, Jessica's assistant, Chris Dutton, brought back breaking news. "Ms. Yale, the private investigator I hired discovered that Mr. Lawrie… has been marked as inactive for his social security number." Jessica froze. "What did you say?" Wasting no time, Jessica stormed into the Social Security Administration office and confronted the offici

Time flew by, and Isabel hadn't returned, not even once. I spent several days cleaning the house and clearing through everything—until not a single trace of me could be found. When the countdown timer went down to two days, I got my keys and left the house to buy Professor Carter a birthday present. He was my humanities professor at college. You could say he acted as the matchmaker for Isabel and me.

Her world had revolved around him, so she hadn't had the chance to take a good look at the city. She hadn't tried to get a feel of the virtual world the author of this book had created—Halston City was actually a beautiful place. She was leaving in two weeks, so it was high time she took in the sights. She didn't want to be lost for words and unable to describe anything about the place when she thought about it in the future. Elena wandered the city until past 10:00 pm. When she returned, the house was still empty. She had many missed calls and unread messages but deleted them without reading or checking the caller ID. Then, she went to the attic to retrieve some empty packing boxes. Once sh

“We’ve gone over every file, every piece of evidence. There’s nothing to indicate what happened. It’s as if the trail’s been wiped clean.” Killian’s eyes narrowed and his mind replayed the events from years ago, the case that had never been solved, someone who had disappeared without a trace. “It’s been years, and we’re still in the dark.” Killian muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting. “Someone’s covering their tracks. Whoever’s behind this is far too careful, and they’ve managed to erase everything. But there’s something we’re missing. We just haven’t found it yet.” The person on the other end spoke carefully, sensing the tension in Killian’s voice.

Just hearing someone call me by that name made my stomach churn. The detective continued, “Unfortunately, we have no leads yet. No one saw anything, and there’s no security footage showing how he was taken.” My fingers curled tighter in my lap, holding back the urge to smile. Of course, you dimwits wouldn’t have any leads. My Dad is too smart for you all. The sheer perfection of it almost scared me. No traces. No witnesses. No security footage. How? Even in a high-end hospital like this—cameras everywhere—he had made Nathaniel disappear without a single slip-up.

Elena Sinclair’s truth. Jace’s stomach dropped. No one normal had this access. No one normal tried to trace someone through private medical files. And then he saw it.

Like a trap after the teeth had already snapped shut. I moved slowly, letting my senses stretch. Searching. Reaching. There—her scent. Faint. Barely there. A wisp of jasmine and ocean salt. It led to the fitting room. I followed, heart pounding. Then… nothing. The trail cut off mid-step. One second she was there, and the next she was erased. I crouched, fingertips brushing the tiled floor. There were no signs of a struggle. No residual power signature. No spilled fabric. No blood. Not even a scuff mark.

He was pointing in the direction of the corridor, "You know, the Lodge family has never had the habit of installing security cameras. Even if they did it outside grandpa's room, as long as they weren’t caught red-handed, there wouldn’t be any evidence." Looking in the direction he pointed, Lily frowned slightly. Justin was right. This was a window of opportunity for the culprit, and they took advantage of it. The most critical fact was that the culprit got the jump on them, and they were caught off guard as a result. They would have found some clues if that were not the case. "I remember something called trace science. I believe that there will be evidence as long as something has been comm

Shane "So, you think this was deliberate?" I ask Torque while his fingers move a million miles per hour. "Yes absolutely. Whoever did this not only knew what they were doing, they didn't leave any kind of trail. Normally, if you are on any kind of technology, even one that disarms things, it will leave a trace. This one didn't." I rub my eyes with my thumbs frustrated that once again, we are on the receiving end of bullshit.

the man began carefully, his tone cautious “we’ve followed every lead. There’s no sign of him. No hotel check-ins, no credit card use. It’s like he vanished.” My grip on the bottle tightened until my knuckles went white. Rage flared so bright it scorched away the haze of alcohol for one sharp, burning second. “That’s impossible!” I roared. “People do not just disappear. He is out there. You are supposed to find him!” The investigator sighed, the sound weary. “We’ve tried, Mr. Hale. Without his phone being active, there’s very little to trace. We will keep looking, but at the moment…”