“This doesn’t make sense!” Oscar boomed angrily.
“My girlfriend was kidnapped and you’re telling me to wait for twenty-four hours before filing an official complaint? It’s not as if she simply went missing, she was kidnapped. Her friend here witnessed it.”
They were in a police station not too far away from his residence. Cynthia was with him.
She had also informed Vivian’s parents about the incident and they were already on their way to the police station despite the late hour.
It was nearly 9 p.m. and both Cynthia and Oscar were beginning to feel hopeless with the way the police were acting uninterested in their case.
“I understand your concern, sir,” the police officer said in a bored tone.
“But you see,” he continued, “the lady here said the vehicle didn’t have a plate number
