Mesmerized

Samuel

Michael's POV

The night was a blur of police lights and frantic phone calls. I couldn't sit still, pacing back and forth as the officers tried to piece together what had happened. I felt helpless, a feeling I wasn't accustomed to, and it made my blood boil.

Then my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize. I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Mike, how nice to hear your voice," a cold voice responded. "I'm Samuel,Hope Andriya told you about me". he continued 

"Samuel? Where is Andriya?" I demanded, my heart racing.

"You'll never see her again," he said, a sinister laugh following his words.

"Samuel, if you hurt her—" I began, but he cut me off.

"You're in no position to make threats," he said. "If you want to see her alive, stay out of this. You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The line went dead, and I stood there, gripping the phone tightly, my mind racing. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. I had to find her.

Using the few clues I had, I tracked down Samuel's known associates and began piecing together his possible hideouts. It was a long shot, but I had no other choice.