My daughter was kidnapped.The ransom was five million. I could barely scrape the money together, but the kidnappers made it clear…A life for a life.Even if they took the money, they would still kill whoever delivered the ransom.With my eyes bloodshot, I spent the entire night smoking to the point that the room was filled with thick smoke.When the cigarette burned to my fingertips, the pain snapped me out of my haze. I jerked my hand and crushed the butt into an ashtray already overflowing with stubs.My wife, Hope Chaplin, couldn't take it anymore. Her nails dug deep into my arm. Her eyes, swollen and bloodshot from crying for two straight days, glared at me."Hunter Zehm, it's your daughter we're talking about!" she screamed, her voice trembling with desperation. "If something happens to her, I won't be able to go on living!"I gritted my teeth, trembling as I lit another cigarette. I looked up, the smoke curling around me, and saw my elderly mother sitting by the coffee
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