Trevor's gaze found Emma as soon as he walked into the warehouse. He was relieved to see that she was relatively unhurt, though he could tell, even from a distance, that her face was devoid of color.
The police had untied her from the chair, and she was trying to draw her torn shirt front as closely over her torso as possible to shield her modesty.
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