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Paul barely had time to <b>react </b>before his arms were <b>twiged </b>behind his back, forcing <b>him </b>face first to the
floor
Wyatt’s cane whipped past him as Paul struggled, his face <b>flushed with </b>anger. “Wyatt Cooper!”
The door mmed shut, trapping Paul inside.
Outside, Jordan rushed ahead, arranging transportation as he made calls.
After hanging up, he reported. “Ms. Saunders isn’t at Gill’s either.”
Thatplicated things. Silverburgh had countless hiding ces
Wyatt’s voice was icy. “Activate Skt,
Jordan hesitated. Skt surveince required approval from several high–level departments–something they avoided unless abstely necessary. But now Wyatt was going to use it just <b>to </b>find a girl?
I’d assumed Wyatt’s interest in Yunice was fleeting. <b><i>Had </i></b>that changed?
Skt quickly retrieved <b>data</b>, but Jordan fell silent after reviewing it.
“Wyatt, Yunice’s identity is being used by Elsie. All the travel records we’re pulling belong
to Elsic…”
Wyatt’s face darkened. Even Jordan found it unbelievable. How could two persons have the same identification?
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
A new alert appeared, and Jordan’s eyes lit up. “Found her!”
Traffic cameras <b>show </b>Yunice leaving the Saunders mansion in an unregistered taxi at 11:00 yesterday morning. When she got out near Silverburgh Hospital, she was abducted by a <b>van</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Wyatt stared at the <b>screenshot </b>on his phone, Yunice, hooded with a sack. His face is stormy.
Almost two days had passed since her abduction, and no one had noticed.
A young girl like Yunice in the hands of criminals–no good coulde <i>of </i><i>it</i>.
Bang
The deafening crash of a gong jolted Yunice awake.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the <b>nk </b>paper <b>and </b>pen in front of her.
Erin what appeared to be a warehouse, windowless, with corrugated metal <b>walls</b>. The only lightes from a single bulb dangling overhead.
The room is empty except for the chair and table on which I s
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<b>She </b>only knew that every time exhaustion caused her eyelids to droop, the man behind her would strike the gong. bringing her back to consciousness.
After more than a dozen cycles, Yunice’s head was throbbing. Irritation simmered beneath her skin.
She dug her fingers into her hair, clutching her forehead in frustration.
The man watching her spoke. “Ms. Saunders, as soon as you transcribe the medical records, we will release
<b>you </b>
Yunice gritted her teeth. “My <b>head </b>hurts. I <b>can’t </b>write. Let me sleep.
“Write first, then sleep”
She red at him, knowing Quinton <b>was </b>trying to break her. If this continued, I’d copse from exhaustion.
Her eyes drifted to the lone light above. Trapped here, no one would ever find me…. No, that wasn’t quite right.
No one <b>would </b>even look for me.
In this world, no one cared about me except Dad.
No one would notice that I’d been kidnapped. No one
we woulde for me.
I can die quietly here, my body encased in concrete, buried where no one would find me for decades.
But I refused to die like that.
Swallowing her difort, she propped her head up with one hand and scribbled on the paper with <b>the </b>other.
When she was done, she turned <b>the </b>paper <b>over </b>and tossed it to her captor. “Take this to your boss.”
<b>A </b>new guard reced the old one <b>as </b>the first one left to deliver the message.
Inside a Vertex, Quinton unfolded Yunice’s note, Only few <b>hastily </b>scribbled words stared back at him.
“Draw a tiger with a cat <b>as </b>a model. Live to <b>make </b>use of it.”
The messenger assumed <b>Yunice </b><b>was </b>mocking Quinton and tensed. “Mr. Quinton, I will interrogate her properly this <b>time</b>!”
“Wait” Quinton raised <b>his </b><b>hand</b><b>, </b><b>still </b>studying the words
Why those words?
Bark in the warehouse, <b>Yunice </b>was dozing again when footsteps approached.
She forced her bloodshot eyes open as polished dress shoes stopped in front of her.
Quinton ced the note in front of her. “What does this mean
Yunice leaned back in her chair, irritation sharp her voice. “You want my notes. But could you even understand them? Could you use them?”
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