Chapter 70 A Dangerous Plan

Steve’s P.O.V.

After sitting in the car, I immediately dial the detective’s number.

I demand, “Have you traced his number?”

Just say fucking yes.

The detective begins, “Yes, but…”

I interrupt, my frustration boiling over. “But, what?”

“He called from a telephone booth. We rushed over, but he had already left by the time we arrived.” He informs me, his tone grave.

I slam my hand on the steering wheel in frustration and growl, “Fucking find him. Search all the nearby places. He has my daughter. If anything happens to her, I won’t let you off the hook, either.”

After a few seconds of silence, he enquires, “But did the kidnapper demand anything or reveal his identity?”

I tell Max, the detective, everything because if they have all the information, it’ll help him to locate that bastard.

Max utters, “I have a plan.”

“What?” I demand eagerly.

“You just need to agree to meet his demand…”

“What the fuck? No. I can’t.” I interject in a firm tone. The thought of Grace in