... Dickinson pov…

I didn't know what to do or where to go. All I could do was keep driving and hope that somehow, everything would turn out alright.

I turned a corner, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a plan. I knew Emile's best friend, Erick, would be able to help. I pulled up to his house, my tires screeching as I came to a stop. I rushed to his front door, pounding on it frantically.

Erick answered, looking surprised to see me. "Dickinson, what's wrong?" he asked.

"It's Emile," I said, my voice shaking. "She's been kidnapped and I just paid the ransom, but...