Chapter 63:The Disappearing Act

The next morning, Alexander Hastings found himself sitting across from Stephen Caldwell, the head of a private investigation office. The tension in the air was palpable, and Alexander was doing his best to keep his emotions in check, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. "So, you're telling me you did not notice the absence of your worker, Rachel?" Alexander asked, his voice steady but with an edge that suggested his patience was wearing thin. Stephen, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a permanent scowl, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yes, I did notice her absence," he replied, his tone cautious. "Then why haven't you done anything about it?" Alexander’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly on the desk in front of him. Stephen hesitated, searching for the right words. "Mr. Hastings, you need to understand, this is not a police station. If you think your friend is missing, you should report the matter to the authorities. We’re not equi