Chapter Forty-Five
CARTRON "Sir?" One of my men called out while I watched every screen on my computer. They were close. The patterns were made since. I knew my daughter wouldn't give up any information and a little beating would do her some good. Maybe even straighten her out. "What is it?" I muttered, my eyes never leaving the screen. I was close. "Carter was spotted not to far from here." My eyes shifted upward, finding his. The smirk that appeared on my face was all but amusing. This was perfect. Though I was a little impatient from the start, I was collected now. "How long ago?" "Twenty minutes." "A little late on telling me but it doesn't change much," I say, pulling out a piece of paper and expanding the screen. This process wasn't as easy as it seemed. I watched closely while people wal
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