CHAPTER 95: THE PENDANT

"We need to find something, Paul. Anything!" Cecilia's voice broke the eerie silence of the empty warehouse. Her eyes scanned the dimly lit space, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything that could lead them to Christian. They were in the warehouse where Paul and his men rushed to before to find Christian, Two weeks had passed since the kidnapping, and every lead they had chased so far ended up in a dead end. Paul clenched his fists, his knuckles white from the pressure. "I know, Cecilia. I know," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the tension coiling in his chest. He had never felt so powerless. Not with his military background, not with his resources. Yet, Christian was still missing, and the burden of that fact bore down on him harder every day. Cecilia paused, glancing at Paul. His broad frame was tensed, every muscle straining as if ready to pounce at the slightest sign of trouble. His usually sharp brown eyes looked tired, da