Aron listened closely, not missing a single word as the guard on the other end of the line laid out the details. He asked follow-up questions, sharp and specific, hoping something, anything, would stand out. But it didn't get him anywhere.
The description of the man who had taken Abby didn't match anyone Aron knew. No one on their radar. No one from Dipter's group. Nothing even close.
And that worried him more than anything.
The guards had no idea where the man had gone after the abduction. They hadn't even seen him leave. It was as if he had vanished the moment Abby disappeared. Every detail pointed to the same conclusion, this wasn't just some street thug.
It was a professional.
Aron ended the call and slowly lowered the phone to his side. His hands curled into fists, knuckles whitening as frustration surged through his chest.
Damn it… damn it!
