Untitled Story - Part 1

A car drove up to the Lockwood mansion. The car stopped and a woman stepped out. Dark and solemn, she had an air of importance about her. Her high heels clicked against the concrete as she walked up to the front door. The woman set down her black leather briefcase and rung the doorbell. Mr. Lockwood opened the door. "Hello, may I see Mrs. Lockwood?" said the woman. "And who might you be?" Mr. Lockwood asked. "A friend." the woman replied grimly. Mr. Lockwood gave the woman a look of suspicion, then called for his wife. "Lillian! Someone wants to see you!" Someone could be heard coming to the door. "Yes?" said Lillian. "Hello, can we talk?" Mrs. Lockwood scowled when she saw the woman. "Thank you Harold, I'll take it from here," she told her husband. She went outside, closed the door, and looked around until she was sure no-one was watching. A fierce, hushed conversation followed. "Why are you here?" Lillian whispered sharply. "I told you to call when I'm home, not to waltz right up to my doorstep!"
"I know, Mrs. Lockwood, but this is important." The woman softly but firmly replied. "Well, it had better be, because I am this close to throwing you off my property!" Lillian said as she gestured with her fingers. "It's Mickey." The woman said. There was a pause. "He's missing." Every trace of anger in Lillian's face quickly turned to a combination of disbelief and fear. She was silent for a moment, then asked: "How long?"
"We kept in close contact with him since the start of the mission, but just a few days ago he stopped responding to our messages and his location signal was lost."
"Why wasn't I notified?!" Mrs. Lockwood was getting angry again. "Mom?" It was Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood's teenage son, Jeffery. "What are you talking about? Who's Mickey?" He had heard everything.