You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The woman from the other end was silent for a moment, seemingly shocked by Luther's aura, and then she hurriedly cut off.

The "beep-beep-beep” busy tone echoed in the empty air...

Luther's mind went blank.

The photo of Joyce tied up on the ground was carved into his mind and he just could never get rid of it. She was lying on the floor, her body curled up, her hands tied behind her back, her lips taped, her normally crystal-clear eyes now shut tight lifelessly.

He remembered the unhealed wound on her back, which must be hurting bad at the moment.

He clenched his fist tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. He could not tell whether it was heartache or just rage, but he just wanted to crush the phone into pieces.

Karl stepped forward and gripped the phone in his hand, saying calmly, “Let go and give me your phone. I'm going to install a real-time tracker on your phone."

senses, his

"Well, can you trace where the call came from?" “It shouldn't be a problem,"

see the pain on his face and he understood what it must be like — pain, torture, nervousness,

Joyce was his wife, and all he could do was try his best to get

suddenly shouted

while, however, he suddenly wondered, "No, the caller is in Phoenix Mountain of City A? How is it possible, so far away? They should not have the

stunned at

to mention outsiders, even locals may not be able to map it out. Of course, it's also possible that they were just trying to deliberately steer us in the wrong direction.” Karl

thin lips lightly, his eyes fixed at Karl, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if we get just a ten-thousandth probability, we can not give

up the phone, and dialed the

up checkpoints at each road in and out of Khebury but don't detain any vehicles. Just say you are having a routine inspection. If there are any suspicious vehicles, report immediately to me and start tracking