"What do you mean they still don't know where he is..." Kyle screamed on the phone. He was pacing back and forth in our living room, well, mine and Lucas's. "What do you mean they still don't know how he got out?" His frustration was showing, his grip getting tighter around his phone. "Well, someone needs to do something!" I sat there, my eyes following him back and forth. Lucas came in carrying four beers and handed one to Mia and I. He sat between us on the couch, just watching Kyle pace back and forth watching him grind his teeth in frustration. "I don't care what needs to be done, but something needs to be done!" he hung the phone up and let out a huge groan.
"Well, that conversation sounded pleasant." I mumbled. Lucas handed him his beer and he chugged it down in one go, went into
