Part 66: Gone

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After school, I got a call from Jordan's mother.

"She never came home last night? No, she's not with me. I'm sorry. I'll look for her!" I had told her. Over the phone I could tell that Jordan's mother was worried. She was even crying. She had already called the police and they were on a search as well. Jordan had never gone missing before. She always let her mother know where she was, or when she was hunting demons, she at least made up an excuse. As I ran through the city, checking all the places that I thought she could possibly be, I texted her, even though it was likely that I wouldn't get a response.

Jordan, where are you?

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