Zayden
It's been four days!
Four f*****g long days.
I paced the room, my hand tugging my hair violently. I went back to where Oliver was tapping away at the keyboard.
" Anything?" I asked for the tenth time now.
I heard him sigh." Nope! There's no trace of the van."
I clenched my fists tightly, I was going crazy every second. The van which abducted my wife was last seen at Bridgeton.
The cops took two f*****g days to find it, and then they couldn't do anything past there. If I owned a police station, I'd burn down the place, including those incompetent jerks in uniforms.
I took matters into my own hands and began the search myself along with Oliver. So far, progress has been slow. There was no facial ID, not even a glimpse of the driver.
The only lead we had was the van's plat
