SHELLEY'S POV

She took determined strides into the precinct. She walked to the reception and the first thing her eyes caught was the picture of the girl with "missing" written boldly on it. Attached to it was a prize for whoever had information about her whereabouts.

She sighed heavily as she finally approached the policeman on the counter.

"Good evening, sir," she greeted politely.

"Good evening, Ma'am. How do I help you?"

"I'm here in regards to the missing girl," she pointed at Tiffany's picture on the wall. " I know where she is being held and who is behind it," she said in a rush, afraid she would change...