CHAPTER 45

The helicopters and its pilots were ready for take off. Sam called, informing me that they hadn't yet located the driver of the vehicle that took Emma away but they were able to run his plates based on the descriptions and pieced together information provided by the staff accounts. After half an hour of cursing under my breath, and constantly watching the time tick by, he called back again. They located the driver and he told them that he'd dropped her off at a swamp. A swamp! A fucking swamp! Who the hell does these kinda things to an innocent, defenseless, pregnant young woman? She had just turned twenty four last month. She didn't even know her way around the city because she was scared of it and all the bad memories it held over her. How was she to know her way out of a damn swamp? I couldn't help but feel so sad, yet angry. She was dropped off at a swamp last evening like a piece of shit, left to be lost and, eventually, dead. There had been a thunderstorm last night and she wa