Olivia's POV
The moment Maxwell picked up the call, I cleared my throat hard, forcing out Oliver's voice.
"Hello," I said in Oliver's masculine tone, trying to keep it steady despite the panic coursing through my veins.
"Oliver?" Maxwell's voice came through. There was surprise in it too - like he hadn't expected to see my name on his caller ID. "Why are you calling me at this time of night? Shouldn't you be resting after what happened?"
Yeah, like you actually care.
"I have horrible news," I said, unable to keep the emotion from my voice.
"What?" His tone became alert. "What happened? Are you alright? Did something…"
"Mitchell's missing."
Silence.
I could hear my own breathing, Kira's quiet presence beside me, the distant sound of a car passing on the street. But from Maxwell?
Nothing.
"Mr. Wellington?" I prompted, my voice cracking slightly around the edges. "Did you hear me? Mitchell is…"
