Chapter 47 Cecilia's Trail Goes Cold

Nearly six hours had passed since Cecilia vanished, and Charles still had zero leads on her whereabouts. The last ping from her phone showed her hopping into a cab—and then that cab might as well have been swallowed by the earth.
“Got any updates?” Charles pounced the second Martin called back, his voice booming through the hands-free Bluetooth in his luxury sports car.
“Yes, sir. I tracked the final location of Miss Cecilia’s phone—not far from her apartment building. And I’ve ID’d the cab she took,” Martin replied crisply.