Page 152 of Symphony for Lies

“Who the hell is Mr. Watson?” I snapped.

A heavy silence filled the room.

“He was our music teacher,” Tristan eventually explained.“He used to give Amelia and me private lessons… And the notes look strangely familiar…But that’s all I know.”

“Thanks,” Stacy muttered, scribbling down the decrypted message onto another piece of paper.

The call ended.

A labyrinth?

Layla frowned. “What does that even mean?”

“Oh my God,” Tiana suddenly gasped, her eyes wide. “Amelia told me that Miss. Carter sent her some documents. Maybe she knows something we don’t!”

Stacy pulled out her phone, dialed Bella Carter, and put her on speaker.

“I can’t just hand out classified information. I’m sorry.”Bella stated hesitantly. It was the first time she was speaking to Stacy, so of course, she was anxious.

“Bella? We really need your help here.”

“Zane? Oh myGod…”she blurted, her tone changing.“I only forwarded Amelia some documents. About a teacher who might be connected to the murders.His name is Gilbert Watson.”

The room went silent.

Watson.

Again.

Stacy ended the call abruptly, and Spencer immediately got on the phone with the precinct, barking orders to pull up everything they had on Gilbert Watson.

But I was done waiting.

“What the fuck does that even matter if we don’t know where Amelia is!” I roared, panic strangling my breath.

A sharp slap cracked across my face.

I blinked, stunned.

Stacy stood in front of me, fire in her eyes.“Hey, Casanova! We all love Amelia. We’re trying to save her. So, stop acting like you’re the only one losing your goddamn mind, and get your shit together!”

Her words sliced through my rage like a blade.

They were right.

For the first time, I truly understood how Amelia must have felt when I was the one who had been missing. That unbearable, suffocating helplessness…

But one thing was for sure.

I would find her. And if I got to the bastard who took her first, I would fucking destroy him.

Chapter 32

Zane's POV

“I’m staying here until the police arrive,” Layla mumbled, crossing her arms lightly over her chest. Her voice trembled, but her resolve was firm.

Tiana pulled her into a comforting hug. “I’ll stay with her.”