Chapter 207
Chapter 207:
“I can’t find Dagmar!” he burst out, frustration tangled with guilt in every word. “Last night, she went out drinking with that same lousy crowd again. When she got home, her mother and I scolded her pretty hard. Who would’ve thought she’d take it this badly? She slammed the door and ran off, and she still hasn’t come back. We can’t reach her at all p>
“Have you contacted the police yet p>
“We did. They reviewed the security footage at the neighborhood gate, but nothing useful turned up. All they told us was to wait for updates.” Panic crept into his tone, words tumbling over each other. “Bianca’s heart condition is acting up from the shock. We can’t just sit here doing nothing. Kailey, can you think of anything we haven’t tried p>
Reality pressed in on her — when someone vanished, the only true option was to go out and look.
Restless energy drove Kailey to her feet; she paced a short line across the room before stopping. “You didn’t just scold her, did you p>
Lionel’s reply was barely above a whisper. “I slapped her twice p>
After a brief, tense pause, Kailey managed only a quiet, “I’ll figure something out.” The line went dead beneath her thumb.
How was she supposed to locate Dagmar at all? The task felt no different from groping through an endless metropolis with her eyes shut.
Aslesall was still unfamiliar territory to Dagmar, who had arrived only days earlier and hardly knew a single soul. Coupled with her fierce, stubborn temperament, there was no telling what impulsive trouble she might stumble into. If alcohol blurred her judgment and something truly dangerous happened…
Wе 𝘶p𝗱𝘢t𝖾 𝘦v𝘦𝗋у we𝖾k 𝘰ո
A chill crawled up Kailey’s spine, and she refused to let the thought finish forming. She shoved her essentials into her bag and rushed out the door.
A bar street in Aslesall came alive after dark, blazing with neon lights, music spilling into the air in a wild, restless rhythm.
Dagmar, with her unruly streak and taste for chaos, was exactly the kind of person drawn to places like this.
After pulling into a parking lot, Kailey stepped out and drifted from bar to bar, clutching a photo in her hand as she questioned every person she could catch. Time slipped by as she searched, but she came up empty.
Lingering at the curb, she finally admitted this method was getting her nowhere.
Other than bars, where else might Dagmar have disappeared to?
Around her, a chaotic tide of noise spilled into the street as intoxicated patrons staggered out of doorways — some shouting, others shoving, all tangled in messy quarrels. A few men drifted too close, yet Kailey dismissed them with a frosty glare that sent them retreating.
Just as her fingers hovered over Lionel’s number, a canal across the street caught her eye. Along the water, the path lay swallowed in shadow, broken only by hurried silhouettes slipping past without a glance.
On a sudden hunch, she crossed toward the embankment.
“Dagmar p>
Her voice rang out as she moved forward, eyes sweeping anxiously from side to side.
At last, a figure crouched near the waterline snagged her attention. Easing her pace, Kailey steadied her breathing and drew closer with cautious steps.