The next day, Maeve Lane was awakened by exclamations from the next room.
Chaotic footsteps and the constant sound of doors opening and closing, it was as if something urgent had happened.
She nudged the man beside her, "Julian Fairchild, what's going on outside?"
Julian Fairchild got up, his hair slightly disheveled, looking as if he hadn't fully woken up, his voice hoarse, "I'll go and see."
Maeve Lane nodded.
In no time, the man returned with an unpleasant expression: "That kid is missing."
Maeve Lane's eyes instantly widened, any trace of sleepiness vanished, "Keane is missing?"
"Yes."
...
In the living room, Mrs. Fairchild paced around the sofa anxiously, her thin eyebrows tightly knitted, "Where do you think he could have gone, this early in the morning, without having to go to school, and elementary school has already been dismissed for break!"
Butler Forrest quickly organized a search team, but despite this large group, Keane could not be found.
