Nothing.
Nothing at all.
We can't find them. We still can't track the number that keeps sending us pictures of them in... in... I can't even describe how miserable they looked.
And the last picture of Abby, it just-- It was hard for all of us.
It has been two days, and Roberto, since then, can't stop lashing at anything and anyone. Not to mention the chaos he keeps inflecting around here using mafia men as punching bags.
Mia, Blake, and Jason, on the other hand, look miserable. They are silent but tense, and at the same time, they seem like ticking bombs.
"I don't f*****g care how that there aren't any f*****g leads and that we are wasting time." Speaking of the devil. "I am paying you a f*****g fortune to find her, and you better do that, or I swear to God, you will be the one with
