`Another dead end, Bailey muttered, kicking a stray soda can into the gutter. Scott shot her a sideways glance, the flickering streetlights casting shadows across her sharp features. Focus. The killers still out there, and were running out of time. The coat of arms with the letters ER loomed ominously in the background, a silent reminder of the weight on their shoulders and the secrets they were chasing.
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