Warren slumped on the couch and held his head between his hands when the call ended. He looked lost after the conversation, while I looked more stricken and worried on what's going to happen.Warren stood up, dialed something in his phone and waited for someone to answer his call. "Hello, I just had a call in this number, can you please track it for me?" He paused, waiting for the person at the end of the line to answer. "Thank you so much," Warren said before ending the call."What did they say?" I asked him."The call was done in a payphone," Warren answered me with a troubled expression.These guys they hired are smart, one of the reasons why the FBI are still searching for them."I can't wait anymore, Warren. My daughter is out there with Ivy, Gemma and wanted criminals. It's lunch time, Warren, but my daughter hasn't even eaten breakfast and drank water since she's kidnapped," I told Warren pleadingly."Mom, don't worry. You're stressing yourself t
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