(Sean's POV)
"Mr. Clark, the school — they called — Jack isn't—"
"Nancy. Slow down."
"He's not there. He's not there, sir, they said he never — I don't understand, I dropped him off myself, I watched him walk through the gate—"
"Nancy. Where are you right now?"
"The school. They called me twenty minutes ago. I've been trying you, I've been trying—"
"I'm coming."
I hang up, already moving toward the door.
Right then, my phone rings again. I answer, thinking it's Nancy calling, only to hear an unfamiliar voice.
"Sean Clark. We have your son. If you want him safe and sound, then come to the location in the text. Call the police and you'll see your son's corpse."
The line goes dead.
I stand, frozen, the dial tone ringing in my ears.
The address comes through on a burner phone Alexa
