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    “Alright. I’ll forward it now!”


    “Okay!”


    The call ended. Ernest lowered the phone, only to find Eric and Hadley watching him with grave intensity.


    He wasted no time.


    “Locke and Joy have been dragged into the mountains. Ellis is already on their trail. I need to move immediately.”


    “We’reing too!” Hadley dered, her grip tightening on Eric’s arm. The two spoke as one, their determination unshakable.


    “Take it easy,” Ernest cautioned, though he didn’t refuse their resolve.


    “We have more than enough people on the ground. Don’t overexert yourselves. For Hadley and Joy’s sake, Eric, you really need to stay strong.”


    Eric really couldn’t afford to keep getting injured again and again.


    Eric gave a firm nod.


    “Understood, Ernest.”


    Satisfied, Ernest turned to leave. Before departing, he cast a steady look at Hadley.


    “Keep an eye on him. He listens to you more than anyone.”


    “I will, Ernest,” she promised.


    Ernest raced through the rugged paths until he finally reached Ellis.


    “Where are they?” he demanded the moment he arrived.


    Ellis’s expression was grave as his eyes swept the dense mountainside.


    “We tracked them to this point… but then they vanished.”


    “Vanished?” Ernest’s heart sank like a stone. The very word unsettled him.


    “Give me a moment,” Ellis murmured, checking his watch and scanning the ridges once more. He gestured toward the dark sprawl of trees.


    “People don’t just disappear into thin air. They’re still out here somewhere…”


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    Ernest’s eyes narrowed, cold determination glinting in their depths.


    “What exactly are you suggesting?”


    Ellis’s phone buzzed, slicing through the tense silence. Without a trace of hesitation, he opened it right in front of Ernest.


    “Mr. Flynn, take a look.”


    Ernest leaned in, narrowing his eyes at the glowing screen.


    “Is this… a map?”


    “Yes.” Ellis gave a firm nod.


    “An old one from the archives. I reached out to the local police earlier, and they sent it over.”


    They had lost their targets’ trail, but sitting idle was never an option.


    Ellis had already reasoned that the couple must be hiding somewhere nearby.


    As his gaze lingered on the map, a faint, knowing smile curved his lips.


    “Just as I thought…”


    His instincts had been right all along.


    Tracing a finger along a faded line, he pointed.


    “Here, Mr. Flynn—this used to be an air-raid shelter. If they’re anywhere, it’s here.”


    Ernest’s expression hardened, and he gave a curt nod.


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