What do you mean she's gone?" Dean asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion.
"There's a possibility of kidnapping," I answered since Frank was not responding to Dean. "She is not in the restroom and her phone was found on the floor."
Dean's furrowed eyebrows tightened and worry crept into him. He exclaimed, "That's impossible. Lydia has security following her around at all times. They are undercover for the most part but they are there to protect her if anything goes wrong."
"That would not matter if an abductor is determined to kidnap someone," I replied just as Frank came bursting out of the bathroom.
"Frank! Where are you going?" I shouted after my friend in alarm.
"To see the CCTV," Frank replied through gritted teeth, his wounded fist leaving a trail of blood behind him.
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