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Storming in
Ethan and Robert wasted no time as they sped toward the police station. Ethan’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white, while Robert kept glancing at the images on his camera, hoping for a clue they might have missed. When they arrived, Ethan stormed through the doors. Ethan’s footsteps echoed off the tiled floors, and his face was flushed with desperation as he slammed his hands on the front desk.
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