Holden McKinley is not what everybody thinks he is, and as Lance browse the file Morris sent to him through e-mail the more rage built up in his system.
He fiddled for his phone and called Mr. Nelsons, Holden's guardian and uncle and unsurprisingly, only relative.
"Mr. Nelson's phone," a lady voice answered.
"Can I talk to Mr. Nelson?" he asked without hesitation.
"I'm sorry sir but I can't. He's asleep," she answered.
Lance was about to protest about it but as he laid eyes on the dashboard that flashed three o'clock, the protest died down.
"Please this is really urgent," he said in a strained and rather tired voice. Lance rubbed his eyes and shook his head to stay awake. The ungodly hours and the sleepless nights, due to the conflicts between him and Andrea's parents, getting through his head and all his organ system.
"Sir, Mr. Nelson has a faili-"
"It's about Holden!" he interrupted, not the most gentlemanly thing he ever did.
"Oh, dear God! Can you hang on for a second?" the woman's voice said alarmed, and Lance was not surprised about the lady's reaction.
"What happened to him?" a weak yet awake voice of a male answered after several seconds of hushed arguments.
"He's kidnapped Andrea Owen," he answered, sharply.
"Andrea Owen? His assistant," Nelsons asked, more alarmed than the lady.
"Yes,"
"What made you think that?" Nelson inquired.
Lance delved into the details hurriedly, pausing twice to ask if Nelson, who remained unquestioning and quiet, is still on the other end.
"Do you, by any chance, know where Holden might be?" he asked.
"Though Holden may be my only relative, we are complete strangers when it comes to personal matters," Nelson answered, thoughtfully.
Lance furrowed, "How come?"
"Well, he was from England, and his family was my only relative. His parents, together with his brother, died when he was eleven, and he was in a mental institution for ten years, ever since," Nelson explained, "I'm sorry, Lance. I really do hope I can be of help," Nelson added.
"I assume you do not want me to involve the police here?" Lance asked.
Nelson sighed, "I will not deprive you of your rights. Holden did something wrong and must be punished accordingly. If ever he stumbles upon my estate, I'll call for the police immediately."
Lance nodded, "All right, thank you, Mr. Nelson," he said and hung up.
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