"We have traced Isla, get the troops down at my place."
"Yes, Sir." Juan was pacing as he disconnected the call. It had been five days since he went to see Richard about the kidnap of his daughter, and they thought they had Isla' location every single day, at times twice a day. Juan would gather his troops, and they would rush down only to realize that it was just a false alarm. Juan was never tired of running those races. One of them could be true, and Juan would not risk Camila's life even more by being slow.
"On the move, on the move," Juan said to his guys, and they were all gathered. Four cars filled with men ready to work, ready to get Camila home.
Juan did not have even a minute of rest in the past twelve days. He knew that Camila was in pain, discomfort, most probably suffering
