Too Close To Handle
But he turned the car around anyway, heart pounding with a flicker of purpose he hadn’t felt in days.
He called Roen again. “Find out if there’s a ferry running tonight to Guillermo’s Island. Check the passenger logs for Abigail Guillermo. And if she’s not on it—”
“Sir?”
“Never mind. Just get the Helicopter Ready. I’ll go anyway.”
There was silence on the other end. Then a quiet, “Yes, sir.”
The rain grew heavier, and for a moment, the world outside vanished into gray. But inside the car, he whispered to himself — not as a promise, but as a prayer.
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