An hour had passed, and Oliver's patience was wearing thin. He sat in the dimly lit lounge, his chin resting on his hand, silently staring at a framed photo of Kathy and Emerald, taken months ago, that sat on the mantle. The photo was a reminder of what was at stake, of the woman they were searching for.
Gabby, Oliver's trusted associate, stood beside him. During the long wait, Gabby had been busy, making calls to their contacts, spreading the word about Emerald's disappearance. They had yet to receive any leads, and the lack of information was starting to weigh heavily on them.
Realizing that time was running out, Gabby cleared his throat, trying to get Oliver's attention without further aggravating his already tense state. "I've put the word out, boss. We'll hear if there are any sight
