10:32 A.M.
Manila National Police Station.
August 8th, the year 2018. Wednesday.
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Nearly 3 weeks after Katrina Fajardo went missing.
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5 days after Dominador Gomez went missing.
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The nurse was aware of the gun that was pressed on the back of her head. The person was wearing an oversized black hoodie, and she was controlling the tears to fall down on her cheeks. She was standing frozen, on the deserted hallway, and she knew that the Lieutenant was convinced from what she said.
Marcus nodded as he furrowed his eyebrows and heard something on the other end of the line. He squinted his eyes as he put his pointing finger on his lips, and listened skeptically. The nurse sobbed silently and there was a squeak on the other end of the line, as Marcus had heard. He clenched his jaw, and he gritted his teeth as the nurse was being threatened on the other end of the line, and he knew it.
