“We’ve never seen hide or hair of these kidnappers. It’s a little depressing, after all this time.” The officer’s voice grew heavy and his gaze sad under his bushy brows. We moved on quickly; his admission made me impatient to get to the bottom of things. "Ten four," Zach said behind his hand as we went on our way, and I fought the urge to smack his arm. I knew it was his way of dealing with tension, but now wasn’t the time to be kidding around.
You really need to work on your dialogue. This is terrible.
