Officer Smith POV
*Present*
Sighing in frustration, I slam my hands down on my desk pushing away the case files as I do.
We have been going at this for hours.
She hasn't talk to or added anyone new on her social media. So that scores that out.
She hasn't made any new friends at school or had any trouble with anybody there.
We even retraced her steps trying to find where she was taken.
But to no anvil, it's like she has disappeared from the planet and without even a single trace.
Letting out an annoyed groan my partner Officer Brown suggest getting coffee to help us get refreshed.
Silently agreeing I get up and follow him.
I try and think about what Isabella must off been thinking when she first realised that she was kidnapped and if she prayed that we would come and save her.
My thoughts start to drift to the many other victims and what they would off been feeling, were they scared? Anxious? Worried? Or did they just accept their fate?
Or what about that boy Isaac? How did he feel when he-
"Smith? You okay man?" The voice of Officer Brown snaps me out of my out of control thoughts.
"Yeah" I partly lie leaning against the billboard behind me.
After taking the coffee from my partners hand I look behind me trying to distract myself.
Scanning through the numbers of flyers and posters stuck to it I aimlessly read through the ones that stand out. That is until a notice for construction sights in the area caches my attention.
