Sienna Johnson had been missing for a month when a harried and disheveled Adrian Desmond received a landline call from the hospital. It was a pleasant female voice, full of warmth and enthusiasm. "Hello, may I speak with Mr. Desmond?"
"Speaking."
"Hello, I am a nurse from the maternity department of Gerico Hospital. Mrs. Desmond had an appointment for a check-up today, but she did not come or reschedule. I tried calling her on her mobile to remind her, but it was unreachable, so I decided to call you."
A check-up? Adrian was momentarily confused, as he was in Mousden, following a lead on a diamond necklace at that moment. On the bustling streets of Mousden, Adrian felt lonely and desperate. His Mai and his son seemed to have vanished into thin air like the missing ring, and he couldn't find them no matter what he did.
"Has it been a month already?" he muttered.
