June 17, 2016
At 3:00 a.m., I can't take it anymore. I pick up the directly connected phone and say, “Are you there?”
“Yes, sir. Is something happening at the residence?”
“No, we just can't cope with nothing happening. Do you have any new information? Anything on the identification of this guy? Has anyone spotted the car?”
“Not yet, sir. Nothing yet. Agents are still questioning employees of Consolidated.” I shake my head in Lisa's direction to let her know that they had nothing more.
“Okay, thank you.”
“Yes, sir.” There was a pause and then the voice adds, “We will contact you as soon as we have more information.”
“Yes, okay.”
I put down the phone, as Lisa walks over to me. “What are we going to do?” she asks again, in desperation.
“We are going to get our kids back,” I say with
