Chapter 61
- Jordan’s POV
- I rip open the third antique cabinet inside my mother's private upstairs dressing room, my breath coming in ragged, frustrated gasps as I fling velvet boxes and jewelry cases aside. The quiet of the upper floor does nothing to ease the frantic, screaming panic echoing in my mind.
- "Where the hell is it?!" I growl aloud, my hands shaking as I tear through the drawers.