Page 72 of Hunted, Season Three

Guess her since he’s dead.

“Unfortunately, Mrs.McAdams, there have been no new developments at this time.”

Her ice-cold glare becomes harsher.“And why not?”

“We have received no new information.”

And theywon’t.

Because there is no new informationtoreceive.

Although her beinghere…in…fucking…town…and us unawareisnew information.

Why weren’t we alerted?

Why didn’t Garcia or Zero let us fucking know?

Dotheyknow?

How do they not know?

They’re supposed to be keeping tabs on her and her husband.

My eyes steal a brief glimpse of the earpiece wearing male I have no doubt isnother husband.

Nah.

He’s paid muscle.

Bit of an upgrade from the mercs they initially sent hunting our woman but still.

Definitely a gun for hire.

“And have you wentlookingfor new information?”interrogates the thin figured woman wearing a long, gray, rabbit skinned fur coat.“Or have you been too busy building tree forts around town with Deputy Dufus’s future replacement here?”

Ludwig gives a small suck to his teeth, does his best to politely grin, and motions his head towards the main room.“I’m gonna get to saltin’ the walkway.”

“Thanks,” is muttered in a dismissing nature prior to him resuming his conversation with the woman responsible for creating a literal monster.“Beverly-”

“Mrs.” she bites in a merciless tone.“McAdams.”

“Forgive me,” Post promptly pleads.“Mrs.McAdams, I understand your current state of distress-”

“Do you?” Her two steps forward reverberate around the narrow hall.“Do you know what it’s like to have your child…the person you broughtinto this world…the personyou love mostin this world…the person you simplyexistfor…disappear without a trace?”

Creepy.

Fucking.Creepy.

Clearly that shit runs in their DNA.

“No, ma’am, I do not.”

Another stomp towards us is taken.“Do you know what it’s like to have morequestionsthan answers regarding youronlychild’s…yourgreatest ally’swhereabouts?”

Telling choice of words, if I do say so myself.

“No, ma’am, I do not.”

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