Maxwell Duckworth sat on his porch, his eyes fixed on the worn wooden planks beneath his feet. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by the anguish and anger that had been building inside him for the past forty-eight hours.
Two days. That's how long it had been since his sixteen-year-old son, Dylan, had been taken. Kidnapped, along with twenty-four other innocent kids, on a camping trip that was supposed to be a fun adventure. The police and FBI were still searching for leads, but so far, nothing.
Max's fingers clenched into fists as he thought about it. Where was Lady Valor, the so-called hero, when his child needed her? Why hadn't she swooped in to save the day, like she had so many times before? He had even pleaded on national TV, begging Lady Valor to help find his kid, but she hadn't responded.
The anger and resentment simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. Max's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in a mixture of rage and desperation.