Chapter 10: Across the Line

Andrew Fray POV:

I sat in one of my firm’s surveillance vans parked across the street from a carpenter’s shop, the workplace of potential kidnapper Richard Pryce.

Through the headset I was wearing came the sounds of crunching.

“Zach, could you please put the chips down?” I asked into the headset speaker.

“Mmff, sorry,” his muffled voice came back. “I was hungry.”

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