...Dickinson pov…

The next morning Max accompanied me in my car with Jim driving us to the police station again. As Max and I arrived at the police station, the head of the police department, Chief Johnson, met us at the entrance and led us to his office.

"Mr. Dickinson," he said, as we sat down in front of his desk. "I understand that you're here to report a missing person. But do you have any information."

"Yes," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "My fiancé, Emile, has been missing for three days now, and we haven't heard from her or the kidnappers."

Chief Johnson nodded, his expression grave....