*Jon's POV*
Three days. Three days with no word, no sleep, no demands from whoever has her. Joe and Colby are camped out on the sofa while I lie staring at the ceiling yet again. "Man!" I yell, getting up and punching the wall. "What's taking them so long? Three days guys! They told me the first 24 hours are critical. So what does that mean? Now they're looking for a body? Is my wife dead? Have they killed her? Have they...?" I break down in tears yet again as Colby rushes to my side. "Jon" he soothes. "Give them time. They're working on stuff we don't know about. They've got those photos from the fans at the arena..." Ah yeah, the photos that showed yet another guy getting in the car with Lora. Great. I shake my head, standing up. "I can't hold on any more Colby" I say, looking at him. Tears are in his eyes too. "You have to, Jon" he says. "Lora needs you to be strong for her." "I just want her back so fucking much" I sob. He nods, pulling me into his arms and hugging me tightly while I cry. A knock at the door doesn't stop me crying, neither does Hunter when he walks in with the policeman. "Have you found her?" I ask. He shakes his head slowly. I push Colby away, heading for the bed again. Her pillow still smells of her perfume. I cuddle up to it when my phone vibrates on the bedside cabinet. "Jon?" Joe asks, pointing at it. I shrug. Nobody important anyway probably. Just another newspaper that's managed to get my number and wants an exclusive. Joe grabs my phone and throws it at me quickly. I glare at him as he points at it. I frown and look at it. "Fuck!" I yell, sitting up and opening the message. "Jon?" Hunter asks. "Lora" Joe explains. Straight away the policeman is trying to take my phone away from me. "No!" I yell. "That's my message! Concentrate on tracking the signal!" He nods and lets me read the message while he phones for them to track Lora's phone. "I'll tell him" he says, hanging up. "Mr Good. We've got a weak signal from Mrs Good's phone. They're trying to trace it now before they lose it." "Lora has already lost it" I say, handing the phone to Joe. He shakes his head as he reads it and passes it to Colby. "She's given up guys" I say, crying again. "My wife has given up." "No!" Colby yells, running to me. "Don't think that, Jon. Be strong. She wants you to be strong. They're gonna find her Jon. You need to believe it!" "I do" I whisper. "But will they find her alive?"
"Text her back" Joe says suddenly. I look at him as if he's got three heads. The policeman looks at me and nods. "You'll get a delivery report, right?" he asks. "Uh I guess" I say. "Her messages have been coming through as iMessages, so it will tell me when she's read it." I grab my phone and freeze. "What the fuck do I say?" I ask, looking at Joe and Colby. "Anything" Colby says quietly. "Keep her hopes up Jon, don't you let her give up." I nod and open her message, typing slowly. "Lora you are my life" I type. "Don't you dare give up. You are my life, without you I'm nothing, I need you to hold on for me. We're gonna find you, you need to believe that. I love you so fucking much Lor." I hit send and wait, watched by everyone as I wait for the message to send. "It's delivered" I say quietly, handing the policeman the phone. He nods and gets on his phone quickly. "There's a signal" he says. "The husband has just text her, her phone is on, we need to act now!" He hangs up and hands me my phone back. I look at the message again. "Uh guys" I say, handing the phone to Joe. He stares at it then hands it to Colby. "Woah" he says, looking at me. "It says read."
The rest of the day passes in a blur of pacing the room. "Jon" Colby says softly. "You're gonna wear a groove in the carpet if you don't sit down!" "I can't" I say, pacing some more. "I can't sit down. I think too much then." He nods. He knows how it is. Joes phone rings and he glances at it quickly before going outside to answer it. That tells me all I need to know. It's Galina. She did the wise thing and stayed at home. She calls for updates constantly. Joe should be at home with her now, not holed up here with me. They wrote us out of the Smackdown taping, but house shows start tomorrow. We're not even supposed to still be in this state. We should be in Chicago. No, Lora and I should be in Vegas, and Joe should be in Florida, and Colby should be in Iowa. The police and phone rings and I look at him quickly. He mumbles a bit, but there's three words I can't help but hear. "They traced it" he says.