At the Carter Villa, Winston paced in the living room, his hands rubbing together in a sign of mounting frustration, ready to explode at any moment. The Carters, including Sam, stood pale with fear, not daring to make a sound.
They had never seen Winston look so terrifying. He resembled the Grim Reaper coming to life.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not available..." Selena's phone refused to connect.
Winston's eyes were bloodshot, the suffocating pressure building inside him. He quickly dialed Griffin's number. "Activate the satellite now and initiate a citywide search."
Before he could finish, Griffin's anxious voice cut in. "We've located her. Mrs. Drake has been taken to an abandoned factory on the outskirts. I'm taking a helicopter to pick you up. Also, Scott's men just reported
