Chapter 5 - Elena’s Kidnapper Sent Me a Photograph of My Missing Daughter—Then the Girl Turned Toward the Camera Wearing Isabella’s Wedding RingThe photograph arrived at 7:00 p.m.
No envelope.
No fingerprints.
Just a digital message.
A little girl sat on a wooden chair.
Her wrists weren't tied.
That somehow made it worse.
She looked directly into the camera.
Green eyes.
Dark curls.
She was wearing a red sweater.
And around her neck was Isabella's wedding ring.
I stared at the screen.
“She's alive.”
Marco stood behind me.
“Yes.”
“Find the location.”
“We're trying.”
Then another message appeared.
COME ALONE.
I laughed.
Nobody told me what to do.
Then the next message appeared.
OR THE GIRL DIES.
My expression changed.
Marco grabbed my arm.
“Boss, it's a trap.”
“I know.”
“Then don't go.”
“I have no choice.”
“Yes, you do.”
I turned.
“You don't have children.”
His face hardened.
“You have no idea what I'd do for family.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then I noticed something.
A reflection in the photograph.
A mirror.
On the mirror was a painted number.
19.
I searched our records.
Warehouse 19.
Closed six years ago.
Owned by Victor Kane.
May you like
I smiled.
“Found him.”
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