Vince hung up his cell phone for about the 160th time that week. His daughter had been missing 9 days, and soon to be 10. He was worried, as Linda came to try calm him down.
"Where the hell could he have taken her! We've looked everywhere." Vince yelled.
"Vince, calm down, we'll find her," Said Linda, who was obviously upset. Vince stormed out, slamming the door shut. Linda sighed. Things had been extremely tense over the last week, and it was getting worse. She walked out of the room, and went to find Shane, who was sitting at a desk, on his computer.
"Shane, do you want anything to drink?" She asked.
"Yeah, can I have a coffee, please?" Shane replied.
"Sure, it'll give me something to do," Linda said in a relived tone
"How's Dad taking things?" Shane asked without turning around.
"Badly, he just stormed out of the room when I tried to talk to him."
"Hmmm," was all Shane said.
