Alexander's POV
Aria sped down our dirt road, heading back towards the main highway. "What's your next move?", I asked, trying to fully understand what was happening. "I am going to the boy's house he likes to hang out with. This dude is a local drug dealer, and an adult, so I am not sure why he wants to hang out with children", she growled.
"How old is Dylan?", I asked, getting the gist of the situation. "Fifteen", she answered, swallowing the lump in her throat. I reached over the center console and grabbed her hand. "We will find him, princess", I whispered. "If he isn't at this guy's house. I will call a team in", I assured her. She was silent for the rest of the drive.
We pulled in front of a beaten-down brick home. The outside had graffiti tagged along it, with broken out window
