"Of course not!" Whitney cradled her tear-streaked face, "We have to believe in Parker's strength."
Parker walked away, and just before getting into his car, he made a call to his subordinate, squinting his eyes coldly, "Has there been any unusual activity from Endora in the last two hours? Without her phone, she shouldn't be able to contact the people she's sent out."
"Boss, she indeed didn't have her phone, but I made a discovery!"
The subordinate spoke rapidly with a furrowed brow, "Not long after you left, Endora started fiddling with a button on her clothes in the corner, chewing on it. I managed to take it from her to have a look but couldn't see anything odd. Just to be safe, I've handed the button over to Edwin to have it dissected."
"No need for that." Parker pinched the bridge of his nose, "It must be a communicator, she's trying to inform her people that she hasn't gotten the better of me."
Thinking further, his gaze darkened, "Cherry is in even more danger now! Keep pressing her until she spills any leads!"
Disconnected from Endora, would her people become unpredictable?
Nobody could foresee what might happen.
Parker slammed on the accelerator, the car roaring away, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
He led a large team, chasing down the main road to the edge of the industrial park, a vast area with numerous warehouses, "Split up, each take a different path, search every nook and cranny!"
Halfway through, reinforcements sent by Winston joined, adding up to about thirty people.
But two hours later, after scouring the industrial park, they found neither the unlicensed black car nor any unfamiliar men and the little girl.
They returned empty-handed.
Parker stood on the rooftop of a warehouse, his body tense as iron.
His breath heavy, phone in hand, his brow knotted tightly.
The darkness was thick, the time nearing midnight.
The cold wind reddened his eyes as he contacted Ashton. Ashton cursed upon answering, "I found the car, no license plate, matches the one from the surveillance, but damn it, the driver's bolted, and there's no sign of Cherry in the car. I had the police check on the spot, no hair or fingerprints of the little girl on the seats, meaning Cherry was never in this car from the start."
"And your end, Parker?" Ashton hoped he would have some clues.
"Scoured the industrial park, didn't even find the car," Parker bit hard on his cigarette, baffled.
Ashton took a deep breath, "Then it's down to the first crossroad, get in touch with SWAT!"
Soon they contacted the first SWAT team.
The SWAT was checking a car abandoned by the roadside, saying, "Parker, we found the car, but it's empty. We're checking surveillance for the driver but found no sign of the little girl in the car."
"It can't be..." Parker clenched his phone, the surveillance had captured Cherry being taken by these three cars.
She had to be in one of them.
Why then, was she not found in the first two cars?
And the third car had simply vanished in the direction of the industrial park!
"Keep searching, a living child can't just disappear into thin air," Parker growled, reminding himself too that if Cherry wasn't in the first two cars, she had to be in the last one.
But the car wasn’t found in the industrial park?
He immediately contacted Whitney, "Pass the phone to Tiana."
"Any luck, Parker? Did you find Cherry?" the woman asked, her voice strained with anxiety.
Parker had to suppress his emotions, "Hack into the surveillance at the entrance to the industrial park, check if any cars entered the park between 10 PM and midnight."
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