LINDEN
“She's been missing for more than twenty-four hours.” I said, my voice low and cold. The thought that I might not see Andrea again crossed my mind, but I shoved it away.
It was Andrea, my daughter, Linden Rawlings daughter. Nothing would happen to her. She would be fine. She would be fine.
Like a mantra, I read that to myself as I drove Willow and Jensyn to the police station that night Andrea went missing. After Jensyn slapped me in front of everyone, Arthur called me into his room. He gave his say too. I had to find Andrea and bring her alive.
The police station reeked of stale coffee and lavender air freshener, but all I could hear was the cracky voice of the officer.
“We believe the man who took your daughter matches the serial profile we are looking for. He takes his pr
