CHAPTER 88

Mrs. Davidson sat in the back of her sleek black sedan, with her normally poised posture slouched with worry.

Her daughter Jane sat beside her, her hand tightly gripping her mother's, while Mrs Davidson's brother Tod was by her side.

Two of her bodyguards occupied the vehicle behind them.

The tension in the car was palpable as they navigated through the bustling city streets towards the police station.

Mrs. Davidson's mind raced with thoughts of her missing son Flanagan, however, her heart wa heavy with concern.

The silence was only broken by the occasional sound of her daughter's sniffles or her brother's murmured reassurances.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity as they neared their destination, the anticipation building with every turn of the road.

Mrs. Davidson clung to the hope that the police would have answers, praying fervently for her son's safety.

Upon their arrival at the police station, Mrs. Davidson alongside her entourage quickly alighted from their vehicles

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