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“We need to leave here immediately. I may have a lead as to where you can find your wife.” The stranger said.

Seth was thankful for his help but he wasn't comfortable with the arrogance he exuded.

“Why should I trust you?” Seth asked, reluctantly.

“Williams sent me, you can confirm it with him.” The stranger said.

Seth does not doubt that Williams could pull something off like this and was glad that he did. He needed some help.

“Okay… Where can I find her?” Seth asked, starting up the engine of the car but it refused to respond.

After several attempts, he discovered that the battery is dead.

“Ahhhh!” Seth groaned in frustration. He had to find Daisy before it was too late, now they’d have to walk down to the Gray-hound pack estate, tons of miles away.

“How are you sure my wife is there?” Seth asked, still sounding the verity of this stranger’s prediction.

“I work with the FBI, I analyze people and situations, use all the tangible data to come up with possible predictions of their next