Time passed with no results in sight.
Anderson had driven to the police station in the last hour as he urged the officers to hasten up their search.
Currently, he was leaning against the wall, his feet tapping against the floor while his eyes held a dark storm in them.
If there was no lead within the next ten minutes, there was no telling what he could do to the officers.
"Got it!" One of the officers exclaimed, rising to his feet in the excitement. He wiped his sweat, his eyes meeting Anderson.
"What did you find?"
"Here, Mr Vance." The officer shakily handed the tablet.
"They are currently at an abandoned warehouse."
Anderson's eyes narrowed.
"How certain?"
The officer hesitated. "We tracked a vehicle leaving the pack. It seemed suspicious. The same plate also shows up near the warehouse... but we haven't confirmed if the boy is inside."
Anderson didn't ask another question. For some reason, he believed that his son was the one there.
