Josie recounted the events, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was terrified! Only in Dexterâs presence could she let her guard down..
Dexter patted her shoulder. âThe police are onto it already. We should have results soon.â
Josie shook her head. âNo, I have a hunch that somethingâs wrong. Could it be Wyatt? We speculated.
before that he might target Pop.â
Dexter held her hand and walked out of the conference room. âLetâs go to the place where Pop used to live. Maybe he got confused and went back on his own.â
This reminded Josie. Yes, Pop might have become confused again.
âBut isnât it a little too coincidental that the surveillance camera chose to malfunction at this very moment?â
âJo, youâre too riled up. Dexter gazed at her, trying to ease her tension.
Dexter tightened his grip on her hand, not returning to his office but heading straight for the elevator.
Leanne hurriedly exited the secretaryâs office and asked a colleague, âHas Mr. Russellâs meeting not ended yet? His coffeeâs gone cold.â
The colleagueâs expression was evasive. âMr. Russell has already left.â
âWhat? He has left?â Leanne was surprised.
âMrs. Russell stopped by, and they left together.â
Dexter drove Josie to Paulâs previous residence. However, the place had been vacated since he moved out,â and it remained locked from the outside, barring entry without a key.
One possibility had been nullified.
Josieâs initial optimism dwindled, replaced by mounting anxiety. âWhat should we do if he isnât hereâ¦â
Dexter remained silent. He dialed Mason Garden.
âOh my! Mr. Warren still hasnât returned. This is getting really concerning!â The voice on the other end was frantic.
With dusk approaching, Josieâs heart sank further. âHe isnât here, nor is he there. Where could he be?â
If anything happens to Pop, what am I gonna do?
âCall Justin, Dexter suddenly suggested.
Josie recalled Justin. Her hands shook as she dialed the number. The call connected, and Justinâs voice came through; he asked, âSis? Whatâs up?â
The tone struck a chord with Josic, and she lifted her gaze to meet Dexterâs eyes.
Justin was puzzled. âWhere else could I be if not at work?â
Their father hadnât gone to find Justin.
âAh, itâs fine. Iâve gotta go.â Josie hung up immediately, not wanting him to know about their fatherâs disappearance.
Dexter understood her concern. He held her trembling body, murmuring. âHold on for me.â
He stepped away and made a call. Josie missed his conversation. He returned shortly, holding her hand. once more. âLetâs wait for updates.â
Josieâs body felt chills all over, and she was puzzled. â⦠Whatâs going on?â
Iâve initiated the Russell network to search. Weâll likely receive leads within a day.â
Dexter hadnât relied on the Russell familyâs influence in a long time. They had amassed their wealth through the most basic means and had partially redeemed their reputation. Dexter had deliberately.
avoided employing their resources.
The Russell network excelled in legal and covert operations, following strict protocols while executing the most covert tasks.
Nonetheless, this evening, the network was unexpectedly being put into action. It was a given that something significant had unfolded.
Each member was a rare talent, dispersed across various roles in the ordinary world, adept at masking their identities. Not all carried the Russell name, but they served the family with unwavering allegiance.
Exaggerated rumors abounded, suggesting they held the power to uncover any concealed information.
After Dexterâs fatherâs passing, he became the sole authority for rallying these dispersed individuals for various tasks. I