Landon’s POV
Thirteen long minutes. Thirteen long minutes was what it took before we were standing in front of the coffee shop, she said they were at.
A police car was parked in front of the shop, with the lights on, making the feeling in my gut even worse.
“You don’t think?”
“I hope not,” I muttered as I put the car in park and got out.
We rushed over there and the first one I saw was a frustrated Cherry that looked like she was arguing with someone. And that someone of course was none other than Detective Carlson. It didn’t take long before Cherry noticed us moving her way and within the next second, she had managed to walk straight past Carlson who protested loudly, making heads turn.
“Landon!” she called. “Thank god you are here.”
“Where is she?” I asked.
“She is in the am
