THE VANISHING
“Clear!” Daniel shouted, moving through the kitchen.
But where was Lucy? Where was Adriana?
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He ran to the backyard, his flashlight cutting through the thick Georgia fog.
His beam landed on a patch of disturbed bushes.
Adriana lay there, face down, unconscious.
“I have a victim!” Daniel yelled into his radio. “Paramedics, now!”
Adriana groaned as she regained consciousness. Her eyes were unfocused.
“He took her,” she rasped. “He hit me… then he took Lucy.”
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He’s gone, Daniel realized. We’re too late.
But the kidnapper had made one fatal mistake.
He didn’t realize Lucy still had the phone. And the line was still open.
Sarah, the dispatcher, could still hear the sound of a car engine.
“Lucy, can you tell me what color the car is?”
