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Using the CCTV network, we were able to track the ambulance that took Lana from the hospital out toward Western bumfuck Pennsylvania. A town called Hookstown. I don’t like it out there. It’s too close to my past. Too close to Carolina.

Unfortunately, that’s where the trail ended. The cameras caught them moving Northwest just off of Rt. 30, but that was it. They didn’t catch their destination, just the ambulance's return trip headed back toward the city. I’ve had my men on a rotation, going down there and keeping their eyes peeled for any sign of them. In the two weeks since the stakeout began, there hasn’t been any sign of Lana or Trent, big or small.

“Stop fucking squirming,” I say as I reach out and smack the bitch that I have bent over my desk in the face. I tighten the rope that I have around her neck a little more. “I should just strangle you. Then you wouldn’t be able to squirm, but I’d still have a nice warm hole to fuck.”

She cries harder and begs for me not to kill her.

“Quit whining!” I slap her again. “Jesus, you fucking lab rats are annoying! I’m going to have to tell Curtis to make a drug that will shut you the fuck up!”

I’m at the Lab. I’ve been spending most of my time here since seeing Lana leave the hospital with fucking Trent. I’ve needed something to channel my anger and there are more options here than at home.

“Better yet,” turning her around, I force her to the ground in front of me and impale her on my dick. “Ah, much better.”

Just as I start fucking her face, my phone rings. It’s one of the men that I have stationed on the lookout for Trent.

“What?” I snap. This better be good news.

“I just saw a silver Mercedes sedan come down the road. There was just some old dude driving it, but the car is completely out of place here.”

Travis.

“Follow that fucking car. Watch your distance and do not approach him.”

Feeling like a kid on Christmas, I can’t contain my excitement. I fuck the bitch hard in every hole, and put her up wet, bruised, and bloody.

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