Smith, Apartment 7121, Monday
It was official. All signs pointed to yes and worst of all, he could feel it in his gut. Laura was missing. He'd called her several times, but her phone went straight to voicemail. The members of his team that were supposed to be watching her hadn't seen her. Her car wasn't in the garage. The last time anyone had seen her was when she'd left for work on... Saturday?
She'd been missing for two days. He felt fucking sick. They had to have her, and God knew what they were doing to her.
He went to his boss to tell him his concerns, and everyone agreed that Laura had likely been taken. There was really only a few places she could be and he would rip each one apart, and every person inside, until he found her.