Shane silently lowered his gaze.

Locking down the city could work, provided Sean isn't behind this. If he truly masterminded Natalie's kidnapping, he would have designed an escape plan impervious even to lockdowns.

A lockdown would be too late if Natalie had been whisked away by helicopter or speedboat.

He could only pray that the police could luck out during their inspections of all air and sea ports in the country.

Joyce was at a loss for what to do next in the face of Shane's moody silence.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as though she remembered something. She suggested, “Mr. Shane, why don't you ask Connor to track Nat's location? Didn't Connor plant a GPS tracker on her? He might be able to discover Nat's whereabouts!”

Clenching his fists, Shane croaked hoarsely, “I've already called Mrs. Wilson about this. Connor is trying his best, but we have no news of her whereabouts.”

Joyce furrowed her brows in concern and repeated, “No news?”

Does this mean Connor can't track Nat's location? Could her kidnappers be using a signal jammer?

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