Vivan’s parents sat huddled together on a loveseat in Oscar’s living room, while Cynthia slept on a long sofa nearby. They had caught up with him at the police station a couple of hours ago.
After listening to the lackluster promises of the police officer about finding their daughter once they got more information on the kidnapping, Oscar convinced the Taylors to return home with him.
It broke his heart to see them in so much pain and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He almost felt as helpless as they did.
Oscar had already taken the initiative to speak to one of his contacts in the Secret Service, and the feedback he got wasn’t exciting either. Just like the police, they weren’t sure there was anything they could do without any solid evidence pointing them in the direction
