K I A R A ' S P. O. V
"I don't understand. He looks so...normal."
"That's the point." My dad stated. His finger went directly to the plastered on fake smile that the bastard who stole my baby wore. "He's trained in every way possible, and probably a skilled assassin in both intelligence and kidnapping."
We hadn't yet identified the man. Kieron assumed he was foreign and was called in for the particular mission of k********g a two year old. Anastasia was sleeping, which I bet the bastard was hoping on, otherwise my little girl would have cried and screamed. She hated strangers, which only meant that she must be terrified about now.
"Wait a minute, go back." I noticed the level of concentration in Aaron's eyes as he studied the monitor and the fire that lit them alive when he snapped
