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19 Colt “Twelve-five.” I asked the dispatcher to repeat the message, just in case I’d misheard, but I hadn’t. Radio protocol flew out the window. “That’s my daughter. Is she still on the line?” “She hung up. It might’ve been a prank?” From Kiki? Never. She didn’t always do what she was asked, and she could be headstrong, but she knew right from wrong and she’d never pull a stunt like that. I stopped the car at the side of the road, my chest so tight it was a struggle to breathe. My fingers shook as I dialled my home number. Where the hell was Brie? “Daddy?” Thank f**k. I sagged in relief at the sound of Kiki’s voice. “What happened, kiddo?” I tried to keep my voice calm. Normal. “Brie… Brie…” Kiki gulped in air, struggling to get the words out over tears. “Can I speak to Brie?”