Stef POV
My mind is racing as I drive quickly through the night, tracing down my Callie. My girl. My sweet, troublesome girl, has made a desperate decision, with no idea that she is no longer in trouble; that she's not going to jail. She's chosen to take the place of another girl who changed her mind. She only thinks about helping everyone else, this decision she has made makes it clear that she still doesn't think she is worth anything at all. I rub my forehead in frustration. If she had just waited, if she had just told me what was happening. I could've helped that girl, and Callie would be home safe. It is so disheartening that after all this time, she still feels she has to take on the world by herself.
I'm grateful for her quick thinking of the cell phone, but god only knows what could go wrong before I find them. I'm sure he has a weapon. I know what this man is capable of. He has already murdered young girls, and if he finds out she's the daughter of a cop? I feel on the verge of vomiting. My stomach is in knots as I get closer to the GPS of Callie's phone, and they turn off the highway.
The car parks at a trashy house in a cul-de-sac, and my backup arrives at nearly the same time. We are inside the house within minutes, guns raised, but I am looking for only one thing: My daughter. Sweeping through the house, the woman refuses to give us a straight answer, and I find Callie's phone inside a duffel bag filled with cash.
Oh, Callie. Oh, no. No, no, no.
I am in the woman's face immediately, demanding answers she is unwilling to give. I don't have time for this. I leave her to my coworkers and head out the door, Mike hot on my heels. "Stef, hold up, what are you doing? Where are you going?" He yells. "I'm going to find my daughter, Mike." I shout behind me. "Stef, just hold on! We have no idea where she is, driving around aimlessly isn't going to help us and you know it. Come on. Lets head back to the station, we can talk with Christina and Daphne again. We can go through Diamond's file. She gave us a lot of info on this guy, I'm sure we can find something useful and track him down."
I know he's right. But doing anything but driving and looking for her feels like I am letting her go. A thought flits through my mind that I instantly rebuke.. What if she is already gone?
It's been several days, and we are still pouring over this file, trying to peel this case apart and find this son of a bitch. We've got cops out everywhere, trying to track down leads, anyone who saw anything, showing her picture to all we come across. We can't do this as transparently as we normally would, because we are desperately trying to withhold the information that she is a cop's daughter, knowing that this will mean life or death for Callie. We are hoping he hasn't found this out already, and I'm praying that Callie has kept up the guise of being Christina.
We have been taking areas that Diamond has been picked up in before, looking within a 10 mile radius of that for cheap motels, abandoned areas. As these continue turning up as dead ends, we continue expanding the search, trying to find anywhere this guy may be hiding out or visiting. Quite honestly, we are desperate, and we are no closer than we were the first hour she went missing.