The Hunt Begins

I have come to the final conclusion that Harrison is messed up.

I have grown beyond scared of him in the past hour. Yet his attempts to get information out of Matthews has been futile. The irritation and anger is only but growing with every minute that Matthews is lying to him about where they are keeping Isabella. Although I am very convinced that he is telling the truth, Harrison is not about to give up on his torture just yet.

So I am standing here, listening to Galland as he phones a friend that can help him track this asshole's phone. Now I do not have patience, and it is wearing very thin as I wait for him to drop the call.

Once he is done, I look at him while he is only standing motionless, "Anything?"

He looks at me and shakes his head, "Sorry, Clayton, but his phone is off; the card might even not be in it anymore."

Okay, that is one setback; he better has a good answer for number two, "And the tracking device in his car?"