Nick's POV
It's been over twelve hours since Georgia and Katie vanished, and still, nothing. No leads. No signals. No goddamn trace.
The boardroom had turned into a full-blown command center. Maps, CCTV snapshots, and scattered documents covered the long table. Everyone was there, even Reagan and Sarah. The investigation team that Oliver and Liam had formed together with the police, were all trying to piece together something that didn't make sense.
"Here," Vicky said softly, handing me a glass filled with something orange. "It's a vitamin drink. Finish it all. You haven't slept a second, and you're running on fumes."
I didn't argue. I downed it in one gulp, the tang of citrus hitting my tongue, but it barely cut through the pounding in my skull. The exhaustion had dug deep into my bones, past the point of pain, straight into numbness.
