Sam fought against the empty, hollow feeling gnawing incessantly, mercilessly at his gut. He paced back and forth across the small office floor, struggling against the panic brewing just below the surface, threatening to consume his ability to think clearly and logically. Normally able to assess any given situation quickly, and decide on an appropriate, reasoned course of action, he was confused and befuddled with a mix of fear, anger, and an almost overpowering desire for revenge.
What was he going to do? Suddenly the all-consuming desire to find Stringer took on a whole new perspective, one he had never contemplated. Stringer had Ann; or did he? How could he know for sure? As much as he wanted to believe otherwise, he could not escape the fact Ann was uncharacteristically missing, and S
