"No we cannot file a missing person report just yet," the cop on the phone said to Ron for the third time since he had arrived in the suite with his boyfriend.
Seeing as I had received that same reply twice this morning, I had explained to Ron that our best option was waiting for the manager to get back to us with the footage, but Ron was too worried to stay still and wait.
I said on the bed with my head in my hands, Daniel leaned against the wall and Ron paced the room with the phone in his hand. Somehow the hypnotic movement he made back and forth the room was only adding to the anxiety we all felt.
"What the f**k do you mean by that?' he barked, still pacing. "And what if something bad happens to her while you 'wait to follow due process for a missing person'?" he mocked using the
