I don't know what to do with this story.. This is part 3

The clock on his wrist showed 8:38 pm. There was no more rain but a cold breeze now and then was enough to give Jason a cold shiver. He parked his car outside the police department and walked up to the office. He knocked on the door hoping that someone had an open ear for him. And someone had. Officer Smith told Jason to sit down so they could talk. "My wife got kidnapped and someone hurt her! Please help me! Please!" Jason's heart was beating so fast. "Alright. Alright. Calm down. How do you know this?" The officer tried to calm Jason down but it was already too late. "This random number sent me a picture of my wife with cuts in her face! Please I'm freaking out!" Jason showed him the picture. "Okay." he said, "we are onto it right now." Smith got up and walked out of the room. Jason had never felt a feeling like this ever in his life. It felt like he already lost his wife. He started to lose hope. A woman suddenly knocked on the door of the office Jason was sitting in. He made a gesture that meant she could come in. It was a middle aged woman with long brown hair and blue eyes. She wasn't wearing a police uniform. Jason already thought that she had something to do with tracking the phone or finding out who it belongs to. That thought proved to be correct when she told him to stand up and follow her. They arrived in a big meeting room with people sitting at a big round table. The lady was holding a piece of paper in her hand. When she laid it on the table Jason had a brief look at the sheet and there was a name on in. They already found out whose phone it is. Jason was fascinated how fast they managed to find it out. The look on the woman's face wasn't promising. It was not the face you make when you made progress. "Mr. King. (that was Jason's last name) I don't have good news for you." Jason's heart dropped. A second ago he praised the police department. He was happy about how quick things move in here. That message broke his heart. He felt like he got sucked into the chair. It was as if he had no energy at all in his body. "What is it? What happenend?" Jason had no idea what the answer was going to be. "The number that sent you that horrible picture... It...
To be continued


Chris