Looking for Alicia's Real Father

The guy with the gun was Owen. He led the detective squad, and was a whiz at cracking cases and following bad guys. His sharp tracking smarts were way beyond what Leslie, a rookie kidnapper, could sense.

Alicia's car had a secret tracker. Even if Leslie made her drive forever, Owen would always find her.

During their earlier swap, Owen had been hidden behind an old building in the deserted factory, snapping pictures for evidence.

With a few quick moves, Owen pulled out cuffs and snapped them onto Leslie's wrists. He booted Leslie's knee and barked, "Stand up."

Leslie jumped to his feet, shaking. He glared at Alicia, "You tricked me! You said you wouldn't call the cops."

Alicia didn't respond, just grabbed her phone and called Louis, "Did you find my mom?"

Louis' deep voice echoed on the line, "We found her, hidden away in a side house. The police dog found her in no time."

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "A secret room?"