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The more he looked, and the more I thought about it, I considered if maybe I was crazy. He picked up the envelope and carefully slid the photos out of it, looking at them.

“This is your mum?” he asked, holding up a photo of my mother holding me in front of our old house back home.

I nodded.

“You look like her,” he said, neatly refolding them and putting them back into the envelope.

He pointed simply towards the bracelet and I snatched up my belongings and shoved them back into the backpack.

“Hey,” he said softly.

I continued throwing things back into the bag.

“Hey,” he said again, his hand reaching out and touching my arm softly.

I let out a deep breath and looked up at him, he had a small smile on his face but his eyes were narrowed and his eyebrow was creased, watching me as if I were about to come undone.

“It’s okay,” he said.

“What do you want, Samuel?” I snapped, wiping my nose on my sleeve.

“I just came to check…”

“On what?”

He straightened, clearing his throat.

“Whether you have found anything.”

I shook my head, “not yet.”

I pulled my computer onto my lap and opened it up.

A yawn escaped as the programs loaded, and I checked all of the little red dots splayed across the virtual map of our city.

I counted them, one by one, and shook my head.

“There’s only one missing,” I said, frowning.

“And that means?”

I shrugged, “either they’ve found it, and ripped it off one of their bikes and not the others, or it just fell off and they have no idea.”

“So, basically we have no answer,” he sighed.

I shrugged, “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

He nodded.

Tomorrow, all of this would be over.

24

Chapter 24

Sammy

Antoni’s house was buzzing with a tense and excited energy as we waited for the sun to set. We knew that the deal was happening at around seven, and it was roughly an hour long drive from their base to their warehouse.

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