Ethan's POV
"What do you mean you can't do anything about it?" I shouted at the police officer even though I knew I shouldn't have.
"Sir, please, lower your voice," the officer said grimly. "As we said, we can't declare someone is missing until 48 hours had passed, especially when that someone is an adult male. He could be gone somewhere of his own accord and simply didn't tell you."
"I'm telling you. All of his stuff was left back at the hotel. I found his keys on the bathroom floor. Something must've happened to him. He had been kidnapped!" I declared.
"Let's not be rash," the officer tried to calm me down, but I wasn't going to listen.
It was the next day, and there was no sign of Corey. I tried to call his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. His coat was still at the hotel,
