Luther stayed at the second precinct and did not close his eyes all night.
He kept waiting for the kidnapper to call again, afraid he would miss it.
It was only in the early hours of the morning that he leaned back in his chair and reluctantly closed his eyes, sleeping in a dazed, muddled trance.
Suddenly there was a beep sound and it was a text message. It was like the first thunder of the dawn, and he woke up with a jolt, sat up, and found himself in a cold sweat.
Karl was lounging on his desk for a moment when the same short ringing tone woke him up.
He sprang to his feet and ran to Luther's side.
Luther opened up the text message, and sure enough, it was the person holding Joyce hostage who sent the latest message.
"We want five hundred million, paid in diamonds, placed in the Phoenix Hill gas station in City A. We will come and pick it up, and you will get your woman back once we get the money."
"There was only a text message, and no more photos of Joyce." Karl finished reading the text message and pondered for a moment, "Normally, when the criminals propose a ransom, they will send a photo of the kidnapped person or an audio recording of the kidnapped person asking for help. To show that the person is indeed still within their grasp."
"You mean that the thugs only sent one text message and nothing else. In all likelihood, Joyce is out of their grasp?" Luther's heart was vaguely excited, and a glimmer of hope ignited.
He knew she had a gun with her, she was a sharpshooter, so hopefully, she could save herself.
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