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Michael turned and started running toward the spot where he had parked his car. I started to follow him, but he stopped and stopped me.

“Stay here with Alanis and call the police.”

“Be careful,” was all I could say.

Without answering, he just started running again.

I returned to Alanis, who was already being supported by the buffet staff. I ran back into the property, going to where I was before and grabbing my bag that I had left hanging on the chair where I had been sitting while I was doing the tastings.

I took my cell phone out of it and called the police.

Chapter forty-three

MICHAEL

Whatever route the bastard had taken, I couldn't catch him. I drove the streets of Aspen for a few hours, and I didn't see even a trace of the gray car.

Well, actually, gray cars were common everywhere, but I couldn't find any that had Kansas plates, as Alanis had described.

At a certain point, Camila called me, telling me that they were on their way to the police station, so I went there, hoping that they had some clue as to who had kidnapped my daughter.

As soon as I arrived, Camila was sitting down, but she got up and ran towards me, coming to hug me. Her whole body was shaking, and she was crying. I noticed that, unlike her, Alanis seemed very calm.

As soon as I arrived, I tried to get up to speed on the situation. I learned more from Alanis's story. Thecar had stopped in front of her, a man with his face covered by a hood got out, pointing a gun and ordered her to hand over the baby. When she handed it over, Alanis was knocked to the ground and the man got into the car with Alice and fled.

“Why were you on the street and not on the playground, like you said you would?” I asked, furious.

Alanis was sitting in a chair and looked up at me with a frightened expression.

Apparently, I seemed to scare her a lot more than having gone through what she had.

“It was very stuffy; I took Alice outside to get some air.”

“And at the time you did that, a total stranger came and, for no reason at all, kidnapped my daughter?”

I was practically screaming now. I wanted to shake that woman until she told me what had really happened.

Camila came to me and her hands touched my chest, in an attempt to calm me down and to put herself between Alanis and me.

“Michael, the owner of the buffet released the security camera to the police. I watched the footage with them, and exactly what Alanis said happened.”

I still had a hard time believing it. Of course, I knew Camila wouldn't be lying to me, but the situation still didn't make any sense.

I looked at the deputy.

“Why would someone kidnap my daughter?”

He responded with the calm of someone who saw situations like this in his daily life.

“You're Michael Turner, aren't you? Businessman, millionaire, internet celebrity and son of Trinity Turner. Everything indicates that this is indeed a kidnapping for ransom situation.”

He fell silent when a police officer approached, saying something low near his ear. Then he excused himself and stood up, leaving the room. After he left, Camila threw herself into my arms again, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back in a way not only to calm her down, but also to seek some peace for the hell where my mind and soul seemed to have been thrown into.

“I shouldn't have let her go.” Camila cried against my chest. “I had a bad feeling at that moment, I shouldn't have given her to Alanis.”

I kissed the top of her head.

“It's not your fault, Cami. We'll find the people responsible for this. And we'll have our daughter back.”