The only way for Cheryl to rest was to be sedated. Mack tried to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes he saw those photos of Madison. He was pacing around the house when his cell rang, he raced over and grabbed it. "Hello?"
"Detective Stone, this is Inspector Eddie McIntyre. I am in charge of you partner's disappearance. We have, just recently, dusted her phone and we were able to lift a couple of finger prints. One print belongs to Sierra and the other came back unknown. We ran it against Brent Cummings and it's not a match. We haven't been able to match it to any other prints in our database. Do you have any idea who the unknown print might belong to? Do you know if there has been anyone else that has been bothering her?"
Mack couldn't understand why he was asking him. "
