•A MAN OF NO FRIENDS• "Finley, sweetheart. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Tell me, sweetheart. We're going to be fine." Carl whispered to his daughter as they were transferred in an old warehouse, dusty and has all things scattered everywhere on the floor. "I should be the one asking you that, dad. Did they hurt you? Mom is so worried about you, she's been crying all night long, missing you." Finley replied to him with a small smile. "They didn't hurt me. One of them, the tallest one, he told me that he's working with the the police. My phone is still with me, he told me to turn my GPS on. We're going to need him, he's our way to get out of here." "Still, I don't trust him, dad." Finley sighed as they can't move from being tied on a post together. "We have too, and we won't be eating any food not because of him. I am still alive because of him, sweetheart. We need to trust
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