Jamie felt as though she were hunting a ghost that had been haunting her waking hours for nearly a month. Jamie refused to believe that a living, breathing woman could simply vanish within the confines of this city.
She served the Hudsons, who boasted the most formidable network in the city. They owned the entertainment industry and commanded a legal firm that functioned as the city's unofficial spine. While the Hudson siblings were a pack of wolves hungry for power, Jamie had always been the one they relied on for the most arduous tasks. She was the best at what she did.
But now, she felt the cold weight of defeat. Finding one girl named Lyra shouldn't be this difficult.
Her mistress, Celeste, had begun to question her credentials, her patience thinning like a worn wire. She was already demanding Jamie abandon the search and return to her primary duty: raising Emma. The very thought of that troublesome brat made Jamie's jaw tighten.
