By the time Robert finally joined us, his face deathly pale and his eyes empty, we were starting to get restless in the Cook’s restrictive lounge. Doc and his wife were still at work, although they would be home at any moment, so they hadn’t even heard the news. I contemplated calling them but Josh and Nana said that it would be pointless making them worry when there is nothing they could do – their hands would be as tied as ours were.
Robert sunk down in an empty chair and said nothing, even when Nana poured him a cup of hot chocolate. The policeman who had accompanied him remained and asked Nana if he could search Kayla’s bedroom for any clues or information that they might have missed. I wasn’t too sure what they would find. Kayla wasn’t the crazy person who kidnapped some poor, unsusp
