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Lost Platoon (7)

The music at the club began to swell and intrude on their conversation. The late night crowd of short dresses, skinny bodies and teased hair all flirting with rich and plush foreign nationals was supplanting the once-intimate atmosphere from the dinner crowd. River eyed the crowd and noticed one alluring brunette giggling over a drink with her friend as her eyes darted shyly his way. River weighed the idea of staying on after sending his friend to his hotel and meeting her.

“Maybe. Or maybe someone, one of his abductors, is just toying with you.”

Hugh now let all pretense of calm aside and looked manic. “Please, River. I need your help, your connections. I need you to find my son. Alive, bring him home. If not…”

A tear, then two, then three, streamed from his eyes. Hugh placed his thumb and middle finger against the corners of his eyes and squeezed, fighting to stave off the emotions.

“If not, you want me to exact justice.”

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