Ninety Eight

Hands on his waist, Damien stood by the balcony of his hotel suite, whiskey bottle in hand as he stared into the distance.

His mind was in disarray, and he’d been pacing earlier on but he had decided to channel all his anger, worry and frustration into drinking.

The investigation on Madison’s disappearance was already underway, and even the suite was abuzz with police offers stationed about, his guards and some other security officials.

The chief detective and his personal investigator, Mr Rudiger as well as some other officers were already on their way to the Connor’s family house, and now Damien was just waiting for them to come back.

Since they had no suspects still, the officer in charge of the case had decided on questioning each member of her family. They would have heard about the kidnap by now, and his eyes shutting briefly, Damien could only imagine the horror and pain Mrs Connor was going through right now.

If there was anyone he pitied right now, it was the elderly woman wh