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“How can he be missing?” I snap. “He’s only four years old. There’s got to be a mistake with the list. Check again. Please.”
The officer shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Sir; he’s down as ‘missing’. I’m sure he’s fine. You just need to let the clean-up crew do their jobs, and then—”
“Look, if my son’s still in there somewhere, then I need to get in. I need to find him. He might be in danger.”
She shakes her head again, putting the clipboard back under her arm. “I’m sorry, Sir, but that’s just not possible. You’ll have to wait like everyone else.”
“Look, like I said, I work for Romkirk. Do you know what we do over there?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then surely you can let me through. Come on, this is what I do for a living. I deal with s**t like this every day. Please. I’m begging you.”
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