Prison

Steve pov:

As I stared at the screen, frustration and anger boiled inside me. 

"Yeah that's his phone number," I muttered under my breath.

But as I turned to the hacker for help, his words left me feeling even more hopeless. 

"It's switched off sir and it is protected with the highest security. We can't hack it, sir," he said with a defeated tone.

I couldn't take it anymore. I got up, punched into the seat, and stormed out of the room. 

As I walked into the living room, I saw Matthew sitting there, talking to someone on the phone. He quickly hung up and motioned for me to sit down next to him.

"What's going on, Steve? You look like you've seen a ghost," he asked me with concern in his voice.

"How should I feel, Matthew? We've been searching for two days and still can't locate Oliver. It's driving me cra