Mr. Ace Copeland is rarely in a good mood after the disappearance of his beloved daughter. That faithful day he watched his daughter being sedated so she could have enough rest. Only to think it was the last time he was going to set eyes on her.
He sits on the huge dining table alone, going through the newspapers like he always does, sipping his coffee. The smell of the coffee emitted a sweet fragrance. Mr. Ace picks up the cup to take another sip when his phone suddenly rings.
He set the cup back on the table and closed the newspaper before answering his phone. If the newspapers had no news about his missing daughter. This call will probably have something. He thought.
"Give me good news inspector, tell me you have found my daughter." Mr. Ace sounded desperate and hung on the hope that he would still hear news of her missing daughter.
