Lucas stepped out of the hospital with wide strides and labored breaths. Without wasting a second, he got into his car, started the engine, and activated a secure communication line, one that only he and Axton used in times of absolute crisis.
"Axton, my wife's been kidnapped," he said quickly, sharply, his voice tight with pressure.
"What?" Axton's voice was startled, but only for a split second before shifting to a firm, professional tone. "Who did it?"
"I've already contacted the CCTV surveillance team. They're sending over files from all accessible points. I also received a message from the abductor," Lucas replied, his eyes fixed on the road, his mind racing faster than the car itself.
"Send that message to me. Along with the sender's number," Axton ordered without hesitation.
"Alright," Lucas responded curtly, then ended the call.
