Hank bolted upright as Sarah Brookes' phone rang, desperate for any updates on how Sam and the others were getting on.
"Hi Sam, how's it going?" she answered, causing Hank’s eyes to widen.
"Hey Sarah, we're at the studio now; unfortunately, there's no sign of either Armand or Beverly here." Sarah closed her eyes and sighed, causing Hank to become even more agitated. "But," Sam continued, "we are now convinced that Hitzfeld is our main man. We've found two boxes of pool balls; the first of which is empty with the exception of the erm white, err cueball? Was it?" Sarah wanted to laugh at that but held back, not wanting to upset Hank who sat on tenterhooks, waiting for news on his wife.
"Yes, that's right," she told him, getting up off the sofa so she could look away from Hank.
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