Chapter 249 Drop the Gun and Surrender

• A bitter wind knifed in through the window. Aaron Louis sat in his wheelchair by the hotel window, staring into the night as it quietly fell. He slid a hand into his pocket, fished out a cigarette, clamped it between his lips, then thought better of it and didn’t light it.
• It had been five hours since Chloe Sallow vanished. In those five hours, he hadn’t moved, parked there like a cripple, waiting for any word about her.
• But five hours—an entire five hours—went by, and Chloe might as well have evaporated. Not a whisper.