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Mitch shivered. His burns sweated, and his body ran cold. He slid down low in his car seat, took a sip of water and called Nick.
“Nothing happening here,” Nick said from further along the beach out of sight. “But I guess at three in the morning, you’d expect that.”
“Mm,” Mitch agreed looking around the dark parking lot and beach entrance from his car window.
“Don’t fall asleep in the comfort of your car there,” Nick said.
Mitch chuckled. “Yeah, boo hoo. You know I would have taken the beach if I could’ve got there and back quickly.”
“Sure you would have,” Nick ribbed him. “Worried about Sam?”
“All the time,” Mitch answered. “Call coming in, gotta go.”
Mitch hung up and answered.
“John?”
“Something strange is going on,” John said. “The VIP house is empty.”
“What?”
“Our team h
