He'd even had flowers delivered in Philadelphia, PA where she worked. Damn, why the hell couldn't he get her off of his mind. Realizing that his thoughts had wandered away from his current problem, once again he blocked them out and made his way to the surveillance room. How in the hell were they all gone. He'd never had a chance to chain up the girl and her taxi driver, but he'd made sure the old woman and her husband were chained to the beds.
There was no way they could have broken the chains. He had the keys. No way! He found himself patting his jacket for reassurance, but panicked when his hand pressed against an empty pocket. The keys were gone.