17 Chapter 17 [ Comb The Entire City ]

{Day thirty-second (32) of living as Gustavo}

~7.30 pm

By now I was perambulating the inside of my large office space, one hand stroking my forehead, the other with my phone in hand. The phone conversation which had started out with a casual greeting had momentarily spiked up my hormones the wrong way.

"What in the actual fucks do you mean by, you can't find her?" I breathed my words sharply into his ears. 

The one at the other end ought to be my friend and undeserving of this treatment but at the moment I don't fucking care for excuses.

"I meant exactly what I said Santo. I've been over to the Cafè a couple of times, even at odd hours still nothing. Also," he broke off his sentence.

"What do you want to say, Antonio? Say it and don't hold back."

Hearing him sigh over the phone before speaking, gave me the feels.

I mean why would he fucking sigh like that? This is serious business. That girl could be out to ruin my life...