Rise Of The Disrespected Trillionaire Heir

TWENTY FIVE – THE EXCHANGE

Luke watched closely as the trackers, the size of a grain of rice, were planted into the bag.

“How does it work?” He inquired.

The deputy was happy to explain.

“The trackers are wirelessly connected to our central computer right here. Not only does it tell us where the money goes, but it’s also fitted with a tiny camera that even though isn’t wide ranged, helps us with hints on what the environment where the kidnappers are operating from might look like.”

Luke was awestruck.

“Cool stuff.”

“Thank you. Oh, and Mr. Luke?”

“Yes?”

“Have you perhaps received another video from the kidnappers? We need a drop off location for the money.”

Shit. That was true.

“No. No, I haven’t. Maybe they’ll send one later.”

Luke paced the room nervously and tried to do some homework while they waited for some kind of message from the kidnappers.

He tortured himself with countless images of Nina probably lying dead and broken somewhere. All that did was shoot up his blood pressure even more.

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