Page 52 of Deadly Scandals

Mitch

Isat in the office in Disney, clutching Sam for dear life, praying, hoping, willing my baby girl Sienna to find her way back to me. My hands shook, sweat dripped from my brow, and my skin burned impossibly hot. I once thought that the most stressful thing that would ever happen to me in my life was being shot at during a firefight in Afghanistan. But I would rather be riddled with a thousand bullets than spend another minute not knowing where my daughter was.

Sam pulled my arm. “Daddy? When can we go on more rides?”

Sam didn’t have a clue about the seriousness of the situation. But, if Sienna wasn’t found, his life would soon be consumed by finding his missing sister. Just like Ashley was obsessed with finding hers. I prayed for both of my children’s innocence to remain intact. “We need to find your sister. Sam, tell me, do you remember anything about the Jedi who took her? Anything?”

“Yup. He was tall like you. And had brown hair. And he smiled and gave her candy. He didn’t give me any.”

Of course he gave her candy. Fucking pedophile.

Fuck.

After the most agonizing wait of my life, an officer finally walked into the room with a stern expression on his face.

I almost leaped at him. “Did you find her?”

“Not yet, sir. We have every security guard looking for her.”

That was not good enough. “Have the entrances been shut down?”

“Well, they were for a bit, but we had to open them again. Everyone is being checked, though. There are police at the exit gates, searching for your daughter.”

An ache strangled my chest. “That’s not acceptable. She could be in different clothes, appearance changed, stuffed in a stroller. Please! We can’t waste any more time. This is my baby.”

My baby girl. My world. My reason for living.

“Sir, we have contacted the FBI, and they are en route. But first, I have a few questions to ask you.”

Of course they did. Fuck, they thought I was a suspect. That I was possibly the kind of man who would harm my own child.

“I’ll answer any goddamn questions you have, but we can’t stop looking for Sienna. Every second counts. Can I see the cameras that were in the area?”

“We are going through all that footage now. But we need to ask you some questions.”

Sam’s face turned pale. I wish he didn’t have to be in here, but I wasn’t letting him out of my sight. “Daddy, what’s happening?”

“This nice policeman just wants to help us find your sister.” I sat him at a table in the room. “Sit here, and I’m going to talk to this man in the corner.”

I pulled the guy aside. “Look, I’m a Navy SEAL. I know how to find people and interrogate them. Please let me speak to all the Jedis and the parents who had kids in the show.”

The policeman cocked his eyebrow at me. “Where is Sienna’s mother?”

Right, that was an appropriate question.

“She’s unfortunately in the hospital right now.”

He leaned into me, staring into my eyes as if he thought he could rattle me. “Why is she in the hospital?”

“My ex-wife is in a coma. She overdosed.”

He nodded his head. “I see. Is this hospital nearby?”

“Nope, it’s in Vegas.”

“So, you took your kids over state lines to Disneyland. Do you have primary custody, sir?”

I didn’t like where this conversation was going.