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Chapter 22: “I Don’t Want Him Found”

Penulis: Crystal L.C
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-27 18:38:35

The morning came with a dull sky and heavy air that pressed down on everything. James hadn’t slept at all.

His eyes were swollen, red, and rimmed with exhaustion as he grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the house before dawn.

At the police station, the officers were already familiar with his voice — desperate, cracked, and trembling with anger.

He stood in front of the desk, his hands shaking slightly. “You said you would call me as soon as there’s any lead,” he said, his voice rough. “It’s been days! Days!”

“Mr. Striker,” the senior officer replied patiently, “we understand how you feel, but we are doing everything possible. We have teams combing nearby towns, bus terminals, and even hospitals.”

“Possible isn’t enough!” James snapped, slamming his palm against the counter. “That’s my son out there. He’s only twelve!”

The younger officer looked away awkwardly. The senior one sighed, lowering his tone. “Sir, please… we promise, we’ll keep you informed. Go home and rest. You’ll nee
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