Marck was desperate his men were looking for his daughter, Detective Michael also on his side, he was walking around the clinic room, his mom was at Loretta's house to rest from her pain, he vibrated the cell phone it was the detective
"Hi Marck, does your daughter's car have GPS?"
"What's that? GPS? I... I don't remember."
"Hey you're nervous I'm on my way"
Marck only answered by inertia his head was somewhere else his thoughts were somewhere else, he recreated the rictus of hatred of his daughter for her grandfather and that hurt him in all his soul.
"My child, where are you? Where did you go?"
There he was in the clinic, a father worried about his daughter who came out upset and rabid, she was missing, she did not communicate, did not answer calls, nothing was known about her, he was like a madman, his hands were shaking, his father was almost dead and his daughter showed no signs of being alive.
