(Zyair)
"What do you mean he is missing?" I fired at the police officer on the phone. "We met him yesterday morning. How did he disappear?"
My anger knew no bounds. I was shaking while restlessly pacing my room.
We had been waiting for the police to apprehend Karsten and rescue my daughter.
The detective rambled on and on about how the house was empty and they would get him soon.
But, I knew. Deep down I knew we had been played. After ending the call, I instantly dialled the fucker but there was no response. His number was switched off.
I was still rolling in anger and thinking about my next course of action when my phone pinged and my heart instantly drowned.
Another unknown number…
It had to be that fucker, Karsten, sending me another video or picture.
My hands trembled, and my eyes watered as I clicked on the message to open it.
This time it was a picture of my precious girl but I hardly recognised her.
