“She’s gone, Carlos! She’s missing. We haven’t heard from her in a week.”
“What happened? Who’s gone, Missy?” Carlos asked his twin sister.
“Natasha is missing.” Missy was crying hysterically. “My baby is gone.”
“What? I’ll be right there.” Carlos picked up his coat jacket, hanging on the back of his desk chair at the Miami Dade Police Department. He turned to his partner and said, “Wayne, my niece is missing.”
“What?” asked Wayne with a puzzled look on his face. “Hold on. I’m not going to let you do this alone. We’re partners. I’m coming, too.”
Carlos and Wayne did not even wait for the elevator. They ran down the steps toward the parking garage, sprinted toward the car, and jumped in. Carlos drove down the streets like a madman. They arrived at Missy’s house in South Miami in record
