Chapter 337. Paul and Madison: 14

Paul’s POV

I raced to Nathan’s apartment. I tried calling Madison several more times, but it went straight to voicemail. Something is wrong, I know it. When I got to Nathan’s building, the police had the front taped off. My eyes are drawn to a large pool of dried blood and a crumpled-up, fluffy pink jacket lying on the concrete. Fuck. That’s Amelie’s jacket. Nathan must be going insane with worry.

I pull my car around to the back to go to the underground parking, and a police officer stops me.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the officer stated. “Only residents and guests are permitted in the building at this time.”

“I’m here to see Dr. Nathan Michaels, the owner of this building,” I responded. “My name is Paul McConard. I was invited over.” I reached for my wallet and handed the officer my ID.

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