Trent's POV:
"Any news on Trish's whereabouts?" I ask Mr. West, finally out of the hospital. The triplets and Lexi left earlier; Mr. West didn’t want them to miss school.
"No," he sighs, sitting on the couch. "I don’t know who would kidnap her; she’s a good girl with a great heart, just like he—" He stops abruptly.
"Just like who?" I frown.
"No one," he replies. "I’ll go back to the station. You rest, and if anything comes up, call me." He gets up and leaves.
I head to Trish's room and look around. Everything is there, including her phone. A framed picture shows her at a water park, laughing on Mr. West’s neck at three years old, her honey-blonde hair in two ponytails.
"Where are you?" I sigh, then my phone buzzes.
Unknown: Your friend is safe, but don’t tell anyone if you want her
