Darwin's POV
‘Davis.’ A name that echoed in my head again and again.
‘What if he isn't that person?’ When I questioned myself about this, a series of what happened at the restaurant flashed through my mind again and again.
That was evidence I couldn't just ditch. ‘I must reach out to the police to investigate this matter.’ Fixing my mind on this, I reached out to my phone that lay beside me.
Dialing an officer's number, he picked up at once.
“Hello, is this Larry?” I asked, stiffening my voice.
“Very well, sir. How may I be of help?” He asked me outrightly.
“Miss Veronica, one of my workers is missing, and I think I have suspect that could be the kidnapper.” After saying that, things got more serious.
“Who are you suspecting, sir?” He asked.
With an exhale, I said, “Mr. Davis,
