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Kira sat on the living-room couch with her head in her hands. She uttered a low groan. She and Rob had spent the last several hours going over Stephanie’s disappearance from every possible angle. As she had feared, nothing had surfaced—at least not anything they had the ability to follow up on. Unlike the police, they didn’t have the resources. It wasn’t as if they could comb the warehouse for fingerprints and submit them to a criminal database—assuming they even found any, which Kira doubted. The van’s license plates had been removed, so they couldn’t even try to figure out who it was registered to, even if they had a connection at the DMV to leverage.
“This guy is like some kind of phantom,” Kira said, tugging at her ponytail in frustration.
Rob ignored her, tapping away on his lap
