48 hours.

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(A/n, this story is always gonna have point of view at the top)
Karla's point of view

My baby... she's gone. And I have two days to find her. What kind of sick man does this?
"Find me or your  daughter will die." Sick.
I was getting mad. My little girl has never done anything to deserve what she got. I mean, I don't even know if he's hurting her right now.
I look at the clock dully. I had 47 hours left. How was I supposed to find her in that tiny amount of time?
I should wait, for 12 hours. I know it's dangerous, but it's my best chance. It's not the best idea to go running around blindly, without a clue where she is.
I look at the clock again. Its hands seem to speed by, but time is going so slow. 47 hours to find my baby. Or she dies.
I decide to get up, and walk around, to clear my mind. It always helped, that way I could focus on one problem.
I could always take this to the press, or call the cops. Then there would be an amber alert. 
But, what if there was a secret rule. Don't call the cops. Don't tell anyone.
I guess I could call the cops, but tell them to keep it anonymous...

Minutes later, I was on the phone with the police department.
"Please help me. My baby's been snatched. She's seven years old, she has brown hair and brown eyes and her name is Paige Brown. Please, get my girl back."
The cops said some mumbo jumbo about how sorry she was and she would get on it, and I got tired of it so I screamed,"Just get her back!" And hung up. 
I realized too late, that I had forgotten to make it anonymous. I sank to my knees, buried my head in my hands, and cried.
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The pic above is of Paige brown.