Chapter 47 Missing Person
Amanda stood before the police, her hands trembling slightly as she held out her phone, the screen displaying the crucial video footage she had uncovered. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from, each frame burned into her memory—the fight, the destruction, and finally, Liam being dragged away like a lifeless doll. After watching the security footage, she had immediately tried calling him, dialing his number over and over, each ring amplifying her anxiety when it went unanswered. She even ran to his house in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, he had somehow made it back, but the place was eerily silent, his absence more terrifying than any confirmation of his whereabouts.
When she told the police that Liam was missing, they initially dismissed her concerns, citing the standard 24-hour waiting period before filing a missing person’s report. But everything changed the moment she placed her phone on the table and hit play. The air in the station grew tense as officers gathered around, their expressions darkening as they watched the brutal footage unfold. The fight between Liam and the masked man, the sheer destruction of her living room, and then, the sight of Liam being dragged away by the leg like he was nothing more than a discarded piece of trash. One of the officers, a stern-looking man with graying hair, rubbed his chin before exchanging glances with his colleagues.
"This isn’t just a missing person case," he muttered under his breath. "This is a goddamn abduction."
Amanda barely had time to process those words before a female officer approached her and gestured toward a quieter room, her expression softer yet filled with urgency. "Come with me, Miss. We need to gather every bit of information you have. Anything at all that could help us find him."
Meanwhile.
Liam’s body jerked awake with a violent shudder as a sudden splash of ice-cold water hit his face, the freezing liquid shocking his senses and forcing him into harsh consciousness. His drenched clothes clung to his skin, making every movement stiff and uncomfortable as he tried to blink away the disorientation clouding his vision. The dim, flickering light above barely illuminated the space around him, casting eerie shadows on the cold, concrete walls of what appeared to be some sort of basement or underground hideout.
He exhaled sharply, trying to regain his bearings, but before he could take in his surroundings fully, his gaze landed on a familiar figure standing before him. His stomach twisted into a knot.
The Boss.
Liam had seen this man once before, back in Amanda’s office, the day he had gone in to take that stupid test. Even then, there had been something menacing about him—the way he carried himself, the way his eyes bore into people like he could see right through them. He had warned Liam to stay out of their business, to know his place. And now, here they were again, except this time, Liam was bound to a chair, his wrists and ankles secured so tightly with thick rope that he could already feel the circulation beginning to cut off.