Chapter Thirteen

“Any information on my missing wife, Scott?” Vilvardö asked Douglas. The had had just been summoned by his questioner.

“None, sadly Your Excellency. But we are working on it.”

“Don’t tell me that again. I need my wife back.”

The defense officer bowed his head in confusion and hopelessness.

“We’ve tried every means possible. There has been no clue.”

“Keep on the look out, Douglas. Or less more of us will lose our women soon enough. I had nothing personal to do with whatever gang did this, and as long as they have not yet been discovered, there remains a dark shadow heading our way. Go!”

Douglas turned upon his heel.

“I know of someone who may know.”

“And who is that?”

“General Scott.”

The president took in a deep breath, for he wanted to have anything to do with anyone like the well known crime lord, but as his wife’s life was at stake, he nodded, and the officer turned upon his heel and left his presence.

Outside the White House, Douglas pulled his phone and dialed the military Genera