Erin was sat at the kitchen table, coffee that had long ago gone cold in her hand. Her father and grandpa also sat with her, equally cold coffees. Danny had called them a little while ago to let them know the hospitals had no record of a patient matching Nicki or Jamie ' s descriptions and no 911 call had been logged outside of the report of an abandoned crash site. Jamie ' s vehicle and the one he t-boned were already in the forensics labs, highly trained technicians combing both vehicles for any kind of clue they could find. Anything that could help give a clue as to what happened to the missing family members.
Frank looked up as the back door opened and his eldest son Danny walked in. Frank knew it was against policy for him to have his oldest son investigating the disappearance of his youngest son, but he also knew his son was one of the best in the business and if anyone could find jamie and Nicki it would be danny.
Danny sat heavily in the remaining chair, his forehead showed the tension the rest of the family were feeling.
"Nothing. No prints, no fibres. Tyres caked in a million things that could have come from any road in New York state" he sighed frustratedly, turning to his sister he could see how hard she was fighting back the tears. Not usually one to show herself crying danny knew she was battling to stay sane.
"Don't worry sis, we'll find Nicki. I promise" danny said covering Erin's hand with his. Erin just nodded. Frank eyed his children, felt their pain. He had lost one son already, finding out his fellow cops had executed Joe was a hard pill to swallow at the best of times. Now here he was with another son missing, he was just thankful that Mary wasn't still here to have to witness the family's continued turmoil. Sometimes it felt like they couldn't catch a break. Henry stood up "I'll make some fresh coffee" he said, pulling the cold coffees from his son and grandaughters fingers. He felt as useless as the rest of them. Silence filled the kitchen except for the sound of the kettle boiling.