Chapter 64 A Vanishing Act

• Vincent stared at Sarah's car, his mind going back and forth between reasonings. The car was untouched, the complete opposite of the wreck he had been shown in the accident photo. It was her plate number; it was her car. But nothing of hers was found inside.
• But surprisingly, her faint scent was still in the car.
• The more he thought about it, the more something gnawed at him. Why stage an accident if nobody was left behind? Who would go through the trouble of making her disappear? He could only hope she wasn't really dead. A tiny fate that he held onto strongly.