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CHAPTER 118
Author: LADY E
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Owen grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.

He got into his car, the engine roaring to life as he pulled away from the precinct.

He had one destination in mind, Nathalie's uncle, if he was the last lead, Owen had to move fast.

He drove with purpose, weaving through traffic until he reached the neighborhood listed in the file.

It wasn't the worst part of town, but it was run-down enough to make anyone suspicious. He parked across the street and eyed the building cautiously before making his way to the door.

But something was off, the front door wasn't locked.

Owen's instincts kicked in.

He reached for the small firearm he always kept on him, just in case and slowly pushed the door open.

The place was quiet, too quiet.

He stepped inside, eyes scanning the small living room.

No sign of a struggle, but something felt wrong, there was an empty cup on the table, a jacket slung over the back of the couch, someone had been here recently.

But now? The place was des
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