Nightingale

thirty-nine

8500 words... There are 2 songs for this chapter one for the beginning and one a little later on but I will have it ready to play for you guys at that part!

Harry's POV

It's been 4 fucking hours since we got to Phoenix and we fucking lost Alan. Son of a bitch took a different car to wherever the fuck and now we are still nowhere closer to finding him. We've checked almost every security camera in Las Vegas seeing as that would be the main place he travels back and forth to but nope he isn't fucking there. Checking every security camera takes fucking for ever keep in mind so now Liam is looking at the airport security footage while Niall and I make some calls.

I've already moved his drug suppliers towards Howard and some underdog employees but now I just need to find the little shit.

Louis has been helping Liam with programming facial recognition to make it a little easier to find Alan but none of his business partners have heard from him. The last bit of my sanity is hanging by a thing thread, ready to snap at any moment. He wouldn't be dumb enough to step foot in California, if he's smart he would stay where he's comfortable.

"Alan Richards. I need to know if he has showed up at his penthouse." I hear Niall say into the phone, putting on an american accent.

"I'm his son. He's missing so I just need to know if he is there. My mom is worried sick about him." He says into the phone, laying it a little thick on the story telling if you ask me.

"Okay thank you so much." Niall then hangs up the phone before looking at me and shaking his head.

"Fuck!" I yell and grab the bottle of whiskey that shits on the desk, taking a long swig of it before slamming the bottle down.

"Liam please tell me you found something." I groan, running a hand through my hair and lightly tugging at my roots.

"Harry he's off the fucking grid. I logged into his email and he canceled shipment for the next week. We both know that means he executed something. You are too in your head right now. Pull yourself together and think clearly." Liam responds, giving me a death glare.

"It's really hard to think clearly when you aren't giving me shit to work with." I say through my teeth.

"Fuck this I'm calling Parker." Niall says as he walks over to the bathroom door closing it behind him. I stride over to it and try to open it but he locked to fucking door. Prick.

"Niall don't you fucking dare! I swear on everything if you call her I'll kill you right now!" I shout as I pound on the door.

"Harry sit your ass on the bed!" Louis shouts. He's been staying out of the whole thing besides doing what he was told but from the look on his face I can tell he's done with my shit.

I roll my eyes but do as he said. Here's no point in arguing when Niall's probably already told her what's going on. Louis's phone starts to ring and he immediately answers it, stepping out of the room back onto the balcony where he's been most of the time if he isn't helping Liam. I lean back so my back hits the mattress and twist some of the rings that litter my fingers. The only ones that truly belong to me are my gold initial rings, the others are from fallen victims. None from jobs where I got paid, just personal ones from trying to find my parents killers to Eric's custom ring. I might just have to add Alan's wedding ring to my collection because even if I'm getting paid this shit is still personal.

I look out the window and watch as Louis talks on the phone. He seems to be talking pretty fast and his face seems very confused. I can't hear anything he's saying but I go back to focusing on my rings and try to ease my mind. All I have been is angry. I just want to get this shit over with so I can go home and tell Parker that it's done.