It Got Worse

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"How many more do we have to check?" Max groaned from the other side of the room. I showed 3 with my fingers, before grabbing a cup of coffee on the desk. Loud beeping sounds came from Max's phone, and I sighed. "Can you shut that off? You've been playing that game ever since we started." I retorted, continuing to type and watch. Max stood up from his chair, his back cracking and wobbled over to me. I looked at him disgusted, before focusing back on the screen. We were sitting in a small room, with screens surrounding us looking at camera footage's from the day Carter had been kidn*pped. "Okay, this is the last one, 3 streets over from his building, 10 minutes after midnight." Mr.Nam reported before playing the video. I saw a couple of trucks passing by but no signs of any car.  "No, i

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