Chapter Seven
"It's been three whole days and we still don't have any information on his whereabouts!?" Roy exclaimed, standing up at his desk, slamming his hands down hard on its surface and sending a stack of papers falling to the floor. He was frustrated. More than that, he was scared. Statistic had shown that people who go missing for so long aren't usually found alive. He didn't want Ed to be a part of that. "Why not?"
"We don't have much to go on." Hughes replied, "There's a search team out, and we checked his house but everything was as normal as it'd ever been. No signs of struggle whatsoever. I heard from Havoc that his car door had been left open, but there wasn't anything suspicious over there, either."
"But the snow could have-"
"I know that it could have covered tracks, Roy, but lost evidence won't do us any good now. We've gotta find information somewhere else." Hughes replied, "Trust me, though. We'll find him." He added, completely confident in his decision, "Ed's a fighter. He can take care of anything that comes his way."
