Three days later,Detective Jameson and Rodriguez met with Allison in a secure location, a small café on the outskirts of town. They sat in the back, away from prying eyes.
"Alright, Mrs. Allison, we need to get to your brother," Jameson said, his voice low and urgent. "We think the best way to do that is to track him when you meet him next."
Allison nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Okay, I'll do whatever it takes to get my kids back."
Rodriguez handed her a small device. "This is a tracking device. We'll give you instructions on how to use it. When you meet your brother, you'll activate it, and we'll be able to track his location."
Allison took the device, her hands shaking slightly. "What if he finds it?"
Jameson's expression was grim. "We'll make sure it's well-hidden. You'll wear it in a way that he won't suspect a thing. But we need you to be careful, Mrs. Allison. If he finds out, it could put you and the kids in grave danger."
Allison nodded, determination etched on
