Scott's grip tightened around the phone.
"Blood?"
"Yes, sir."
His eyes hardened.
"Check every camera around that area. Traffic cameras, private security cameras, shops, houses. I want it done snappy. I want to know where my son went."
"Yes, sir."
The call ended.
Scott stared at the dark screen for a moment before slipping the phone into his pocket.
Something wasn't right.
He turned and walked toward the SUV, his mind racing through every possibility.
He had enemies, too many of them.
People who would gladly hurt him if given the opportunity. People who knew exactly where to strike if they wanted to make him suffer. And Noah is one of the easiest way to do that.
Scott's jaw tightened.
Noah knew better than to wander off without telling anyone. He had been taught from a young ag
