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Brock said. “Let’s search his car,” Victor suggested. “Perhaps we’ll find something that will either prove or disprove his involvement.” “Not a bad idea,” Lexi said. Barry turned around and opened the passenger side of the red four-door car. The interior light came on. Barry climbed into the car. “Nothing looks out of the ordinary. Not even a candy bar wrapper.” Brock opened the driver’s side. He leaned over the seat and looked in the back. “His luggage isn’t even back here.”