I walk up and down my fathers office while I wait for Thomas to contact us about the location where the phone call came from. It seems to be taking a very long time. The longer I wait, the more anxious I become. My father is sitting in his chair, making a few phone calls to see if anyone has found anything. So far, they have not left any clues or made any mistakes. This is the perfect crime. "What about camera footage from the area near Treys house?" I ask. "Maybe they will help identify the car they traveled in when they took Trey," I add. My father sighs. "The only way we could access that footage is with the permission of the Alpha of the land. It just so happens that we are going against him," my father explains. I hear a soft knock on the door. It's my mom. She has been taking all thi
