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Henderson
I stare at my computer screen, my skin crawling with horror. I expected Sokolov and the others to throw all their resources at finding me, but I didn’t expect this. The messages filling my inbox are surreal.
My uncle. My cousins. Bonnie’s family. All of our friends.
Gone.
Abducted from their homes, their schools, on their way to work, and from their churches.
With shaking fingers, I click over to CNN and open a web video discussing it.
“It is now believed that last night’s series of kidnappings in Asheville, Charleston, and the Washington D.C. area may be connected,” the news anchor informs the camera with barely concealed excitement. “So far, no demands have been made, but the police are expecting to hear from the kidnappers at any moment. In total, nineteen citizens h
