Chapter 45

Ryle

I was horrified by the footage. Lorrie kept on crying, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness. My hands were shaking as I rushed to replay the footage over and over again, desperately trying to get a good view of the abductor. I zoomed in on all angles of the hidden cameras, but frustration built up inside me. I slammed the keyboard and cursed in the air.

"That bastard was hiding behind a mask and a hoodie. There’s no way in hell to know who kidnapped Isobel," I muttered angrily.

Scott agreed with a solemn nod, acknowledging the challenge we faced.

“It’s impossible to identify the culprit this way. We have to find another way.”

I took a deep breath, trying to reassure them, "Don’t worry. We won’t stop until we find her.”

Scott chimed in with a suggestion, offering a glimmer of hope.

“Let’s check the area where Isobel got abducted. Even the smallest clue might lead us to find who the culprit was. Let’s give it a try and find any hint of who’s behind this. It’s better