Chapter 11: The Clinic

In a quiet alley of Lakeside Road, the black Phaeton slowly came to a halt. Myrna unbuckled the seat belt, took her bag, and said to the man in the driver’s seat, “Thank you.”

Calvin raised his chin slightly. One of his hands was holding the steering wheel, the other propping against the window. A brown beaded bracelet encircled his wrist, as if it contained magic and was used to tame a beast. Calvin glanced at the building and found nothing special about it. Then he said, “Do you want me to go with you?”

Myrna refused without hesitation. “No. I’m fine by myself.”

Calvin squinted and said nothing. Myrna couldn’t wait to get rid of him. She closed the car door, waved at him, and said, “I’m going in!”

“Sure.”

Calvin watched Myrna eagerly march into the two-story white building and took out his phone. He lived in Nemmington long enough to know the value of every inch of land in Melcester. The house Myrna entered was in a prime location in the south of the city. It would cost a fortune to buy the land and build a private studio there. Blake had told Calvin that Myrna’s foster parents were rich, but they didn’t treat her well. They even refused to give her a good education.

How did Myrna know this place? It seemed she came here often. Calvin took a picture of the house. Soon, he received a message: “I know this place! There is a psychological clinic at Lakeside Road. It’s hard to get an appointment here! It’s also expensive. Mr. Larson… Do you have mental issues? Please don’t feel embarrassed and get yourself a therapist!”

“Fuck off.”

After Calvin replied to the text, he arched his brows and looked at the girl who had disappeared into the building. A psychological clinic? Expensive? Calvin had read the files about Myrna. There was nothing out of the ordinary. However, after getting to know her, he was surprised to find she was different from what the files described.

When Calvin prepared to send another message, his phone screen lit up. He picked up the call and said huskily, “What’s up?”

“Mr. Larson, your son is missing!”

Calvin’s face immediately clouded over. He clenched his jaw and no longer cared about the psychological clinic. He started the engine, turned the car around, and asked, “Where are you now?”

The car hurtled out, as fast as lightning.

Chapter 12: Allow No Touch