Meanwhile, Tom had grabbed Roxanne's phone on the table. Seeing her lipstick stained cup of cappuccino sitting there, he sliced the cups off the table in anger. He knew going to the police could be dangerous, especially with the type of people Roxanne's father was involved with. No, he decided to go straight to the source. Plus, if anyone was following him, they wouldn't expect his next location.
Not wanting to use his car, he ordered a ride share. Because he knew the building so well, he could identify the best place to hide until the car arrived.
When he reached his destination, Tom stormed up to the door and knocked.
“Coming," a friendly voice called, and Tom waited. Roxanne's father opened the door and Tom barged in.
“They took Roxanne," he said, hurrying into the living room, pac
