80 the tough days

80

** Mr Scott **

~Day Two

I tucked my hands in my pocket and began my journey to Griffen park. A few passing by persons recognized me and while a few showed sympathy by shaking their heads or offering a small smile, others shamelessly hissed and walked by. I guess your eyes aren't really open to things until you become a victim, that's the occurrence and deep shit I'm in. I didn't know the hatred had gotten to this extent, it's so bad that anyone can openly admit to being happy that my daughter has been kidnapped, the hate comments even get to an extent where they wish she'll drop dead, or get tortured. It's that painful.

Regardless, I got to the park and my phone began ringing. As I said, he's keeping a close eye on me.

"Check under the sixty bench, act normal, don't arouse suspicions. There's a small note waiting. After you retrieve it, don't open it until you're back in your office, ensure you read it in the restroom, I'm almost certain they have cameras in the hallway and a few i