CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: LOST (Draft 1)
When Victor and Max walked into the mayor’s office, discussing on the next step to find the amateurs who had snuck into the police station, they did not expect her office to be turned inside out. They found Alexandra on her chair, clutching her temples – appearing exhausted and anxious. Victor swept his gaze across the room, analysing the mess that the mayor had made along with her dishev eled appearance. “What’s wrong, Alex?” “My phone...” she whispered hoarsely. “ I can’t find it. ” Blaze frowned as she tapped her foot impatiently. She and Chloe had been waiting outside a strange salon upon her mother’s request for about half an hour. “Where is she?” She sighed. Chloe pursed her lips. “Maybe she’s taking time to come because she’s sick?” Blaze blinked at her best friend. “She’s not sick.” “She’s not?” Chloe tilted her head. “I could’ve sworn that she sounded sick over the phone.” Blaze...