Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 186

Timothy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his movements crisp and sharp.

"What did you just say?"

"My little sister has a pink birthmark on her chest. It's kind of private my family's never talked about it outside. But I want to use your data analysis to help find her, so I'm telling you now. It's heart-shaped."

Timothy's dark eyes grew even more inscrutable, shadows flickering in their depths.

He felt his heart pounding, more forcefully than usual.

His voice trembled ever so slightly. "Left side or right?"

"Upper left. My mother says it's about the size of a pinky finger. No idea if it'll grow

as she does. If your data turns up anyone with a heart-shaped pink birthmark in

that spot, pull their files for me. I'll send someone to check it out."

Timothy's long, elegant fingers curled into a fist.

A faint ringing sounded in his ears; he barely registered the rest of Vince's words.

Could it be Jessica?

Timothy's lips set in a tight, cold line.

He didn't speak for a long while.

"Timothy, are you listening?"

"I am."

I had no choice. I'm sorry. My

it against you. It's just

grown up together, their families' businesses and social ties tangled up in ways outsiders could never understand. With things moving so

stop everyone else from trying the same thing? How could anyone do

Just... keep an eye out for my sister, will

"I will."

You're still recovering-don't

for the pack of

from his lips and nose, curling slowly into the

was just

the Zimmerman family's youngest hadn't disappeared, she'd be twenty-six this

Jessica was twenty-seven.

with identical ones

the same

that didn't

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

age-he clung to that

heaviness in his chest seemed to ease a

morning, Timothy opened his bedroom door and

"Something you need?"

her hand, rubbing her index and ring fingers together a silent demand for the

So persistent.

Industries, really about to let her chase

past,