Chapter 9 - Ryan’s Desperate Plea Falls On Deaf Ears
Back at the empty mansion, Ryan paced frantically across the living room rug, dialing Chloe’s cell phone for the fiftieth time. Each call went straight to voicemail, accompanied by an automated message indicating the number had been temporarily blocked.
He grabbed his car keys and sprinted out to his sports car, driving recklessly toward Hank’s sprawling cattle ranch on the outskirts of town. When he pulled up to the ranch gates, a heavy iron chain and padlock barred his entry completely.
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Hank stepped out from the main barn holding a hunting rifle loosely across his forearm, watching Ryan from fifty yards away. "Turn around and drive back to your empty house, Ryan, before I decide to use salt shot on your tires," Hank shouted across the pasture.
"Hank, please, just let me talk to my wife!" Ryan pleaded through the metal bars, his voice cracking with desperation.
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