WAYNE MANSION
Ethan stood on the balcony, gazing out into the night with a hard expression on his face. He had always been calm under pressure, but tonight, his mind was racing.
Footsteps approached from behind, and Ethan turned to see his head of security, Jackson, standing at attention.
“Jackson,” Ethan began, “Tomorrow’s press conference… that’s where they’re going to bring Helen.” he said barely restraining his anger.
Jackson’s face hardened. “So, the kidnapper’s going to be bold about it.”
“Very bold,” Ethan replied. “He wants me to see her, to know she’s close by, but also out of my reach. It’s all part of some twisted game, I guess to keep me in check.”
Jackson frowned, with his eyes narrowing “And involving the police isn’t an option, I take it?” Jackson asked carefully.
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