Alexander pov.
As I walked into my office, Mat informed me that the trackers had returned.
Great, finally they are here. When I contacted them in the morning, they were already on their way home and said that they would give the full report in person. It was a bit annoying, because I wanted to know what they had found now, but there was no reason to demand it now. I could wait the twenty minutes it would take them to get here.
I poured myself a glass of scotch and sat in my chair while waiting for them to reach my office. Max was complaining again about the fact that we were sitting here and not looking for the f*****g assholes that threatened our lives and took Amelia. I had to force him to calm down. There is no point for us running around looking for her, especially when we have no
