Seventy three

Zeke's POV

I sat at my desk at the office with Mr Rogers standing opposite me. The weight of recent events hung heavy on my mind, the attack on the kids became a constant source of worry and anger. I turned to Mr Rogers, my voice edged with urgency as I sought an update on the investigation.

"Mr Rogers, what have we found so far regarding the men who attacked my children on their way to school? Has there been any new update?" I asked.

“Yes, Mr Reid,” Mr Rogers nodded solemnly, reaching for a tablet to pull up the latest information.

The screen illuminated with the recorded footage from a dashcam, showing the fleeting glimpse of the attackers' vehicle. My jaw clenched as I watched, frustration bubbling within me.

"We got the plate number of the car," Mr Rogers explained. "But when we ran a check, the plate number didn't exist."

My brows furrowed in annoyance. How could they have disappeared so completely, leaving behind no trace?

"How is that possible?" I demanded, my voice tight wit