Page 55 of Deadly Scandals

My throat closed. “Pink pants and a Moana shirt.”

“Shoes?”

“Size twelve pink Adidas.”

They whispered, and I lost my shit. “What the fuck is happening? I’m her father! Did you find her?”

“Sir, we think we have found your daughter’s shoes and clothes in a bathroom near the Jedi Academy. Please come with us for identification.”

My vision blurred. I left Sam with Mia, and Grant, Ashley and I were led by a police escort to the bathroom. I wanted to run, but we were forced to walk slowly, so we would not alarm guests.

After the longest five minutes of my life, we finally arrived. Police and FBI were processing the scene.

And her shoes and clothes were on the floor of a stall.

Surrounded by brown, wavy locks. My daughter’s hair.

I dropped to my knees and prayed.

My mind began to fill with disgusting images of someone taking Sienna, cutting off her hair, and moving her somewhere. And what they might be doing to her there would eat me alive.

I screamed at the policeman. “Dammit! Now do you believe it’s a crime?”

Ashley embraced me, holding me so tight.

Tears streamed down my face. I didn’t want to live in a world without Sienna.

But I wouldn’t give up.

I would look for my girl until my last dying breath, and I would slit the throat of whoever harmed her. They didn’t know who they were messing with. I was a motherfucking Navy SEAL, and I would not rest until she was found.

“Close every fucking exit in this fucking place! Search every stroller. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Sir, we need you to calm down. I assure you, we are doing everything possible to find your daughter.”

No, you aren’t. But I will.

Sienna, I love you. Daddy’s coming for you.