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Neither asked why. They simply left. Engines started. Doors slammed. The night came alive around me. Better. Movement I understood. Orders. Search patterns. Information. Give me enough pieces and eventually something bled.
“Now,” I said to Guild. “What did you see?”
“Nothing.”
My jaw tightened. “Try again.”
“Ive been trying since I found her.”
“Vehicle?”
“No.”
“Lights?”
“No.”
“Anyone on foot?”
“No.’
“Tracks?”
“Road was wet. Too much traffic earlier. Whatever was useful was already destroyed.”
“Phone?”
“Nothing on her?”
“Bag?”
“Restraint marks?”
“Not that I saw.”
“Needle sites?”
Guild’s expression hardened. “I didn’t strip-search a traumatized woman on the side of a fucking road, Alaric.”
“I didn’t ask if you did.”
“No obvious marks.”
“Blood… apart from her feet.”
“No.”
“Bruising?”
“Nothing fresh I could see.”
Nothing.
Every fucking answer was nothing.
She took her shoes.
I kept coming back to that.
