Andrew took a deep breath. He was leaning against the wall, right next to the apartment building's security room door, where Macy and Ken were checking CCTV footage for Marcus’ whereabouts – or at least they hoped that the boy could come to the apartment building but didn't go to his mother's unit. If that was the case, it would be easier for them to find Marcus.
It's been more than half an hour and it looks like they haven't finished yet. Andrew checked the watch on his wrist. Almost dinner time. Well, that's not what he's worried about. If it's getting late, it will be difficult to search. And the only way is to call the police station.
Andrew tapped his shoes on the floor. Honestly, he is not the type of person who easily waits. He wanted to enter the room, pulled Macy in his arms and
