Hunter's POV:
"Hunter, there's a police officer for you," Grandma calls as I get ready for school.
What did I do now? I was home last night, and I know I didn’t take anyone's things.
"Don't worry, miss. Your grandson didn't do anything bad. I just need to ask him some questions about an incident," the officer reassures Grandma.
"Ah, Mr. McCoy, do you know Trish West?"
"Yes." I frown, exchanging a concerned look with Grandma.
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"Yesterday after school. She went to the library, and I haven't heard from her since."
"Does she have any enemies?"
"I'm not sure, but she gets picked on a lot at school."
"And how would you describe your friendship with her?"
"Great, but what's going on?"
"I'm sorry to inform you, but she was kidnapped early this morni
