Hours passed.
Daryl sat at his desk, flipping through the reports for the tenth time. His eyes were sharp, scanning every detail, every word, but nothing stood out. No leads. No new angles. Just dead ends.
Kyle, sitting across from him, exhaled loudly and leaned back in his chair. “Man, I hate cases like this,” he muttered. “It’s like chasing a damn ghost.”
Daryl didn’t respond immediately. His fingers tapped the desk rhythmically. He was thinking—hard. There’s something missing. There has to be.
“Patrick Nolan…” Daryl finally said, almost to himself. “He’s the key. Either he was taken, or he’s working with them.”
Kyle ran a hand down his face. “Yeah, but we’ve got nothing on him. No suspicious financial transactions, no criminal record, not even a damn parking ticket. If he was invol
