George's POV
My heart races as I follow the police chief up the steps. We've gone inside this crummy building and are approaching the last door.
I've followed the chief as he and his men have knocked on every door. There's only two levels so there weren't many.
"This must be his." The chief said as we drew closer.
He took out his gun and, after aiming it at the door, nodded to one of his officers.
The officer knocked twice.
"Police! Open up!" He shouted.
Silence.
"I said open the door!" He yelled again.
More silence.
He turned to the chief, waiting for the signal. When the chief nodded again, the officer stepped back and kicked the door open.
All three officers move quickly inside, pointing their guns in front of them. I waited a moment before following them. I walked in the doorway and soon my face expressed the same as the other three.
Confusion.
The place was empty. Not empty as if someone had run to the store, empty as in no one had lived in there for years.
What?
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We were back at the police station and I sat in a chair while the chief and his two men discussed other possibilities.
I stare off into the distance.
The office telephone rang and the chief answered it. After a quick moment he snapped his fingers at me. He pointed to a phone across the room. When I picked it up, he signaled me to be silent. I nodded and placed my ear to the receiver.
"This is the chief." He said.
"Yes hello." Came a quiet old woman's voice.
She sounded rushed.
"I am on my way to the hospital." She said.
"Okay..." The chief said, waiting for the woman to say more.
I don't know why he had me pick up the phone. I was about to hang up when the woman spoke again.
"I am with a Mrs. Kara Harrison." She said.
My jaw dropped.
I took a breath but the chief held a finger to his lips.
"Where are you? What hospital are you at?" She told him and the chief thanked her.
We hung up our phones and ran out the door.
