6 Bullets Page #4

You're a good fighter...

But you make lots of noise.

I can see you coming miles away.

What, and they can't see you?

They never do.

We have a lead.

Your daughter was most likely

taken out of the hotel in the ambulance

that you saw when you

first ran down looking for her.

They said it was an older lady.

They were either mistaken,

or the kidnappers

dyed your daughter's hair

when they drugged her unconscious.

We now know that

the guest listed as calling the ambulance

never actually stayed at the hotel.

And you're just figuring this out now?

It's been two days.

Mrs. Fayden, I share your frustration.

Do you?

Becky could be halfway

across the world by now.

And no one's asked for a ransom.

So the chances of this being a trafficking

case are 80 to 90% more likely.

Mrs. Fayden, the statistics on

the internet, they are not...

The recovery rate for kidnapped children

after 24 hours drops to 46%.

That's less than half.

Constantin, give us a moment.

Mr. and Mrs. Fayden,

let me, as you say, cut to the chase.

I have learned you have hired

a private consultant.

Mr. Samson Gaul.

At this point, we can use

all the help we can get.

I would not place your trust

in this man. Why?

Because he might actually

get some results?

Make you look bad?

He is not a detective.

He is an ex-mercenary. A hired killer.

Do you really want such a man

working for you?

I will hire the goddamn devil himself

if it gets my daughter back.

I hope you do not come

to regret your decision.

His last recovery effort resulted

in the deaths of four girls.

Two the same age as Becky.

Two younger.

Although we may not be moving

as quickly as you imagine we should,

I want you to know,

it is my number one priority

to get your daughter back to you safely.

I just thought you should

have all the facts.

Well, we will take that under advisement.

I understand.

I will send someone to take you home.

I will call you later.

- Good evening.

- It's a little late for delivery.

I know, but the overtime is worth it.

Please.

Sign here.

Guys. Keep your eyes open.

Something's up with the monitors.

Stop.

Stop. Stop.

Who's guarding the back?

Up.

What the f***?

Boss, come on, let's get you

to the vault. Who are they?

I don't know, but we can't

take any chances. Come on.

It's the f***ing Russians. Got to be.

Get more guys over here.

Done.

You may not feel it yet,

but you will soon.

It's a reminder of the most important

person in your life as of right now.

You know who I am?

That's why I am here.

I want the man in charge.

Where is she?

American girl.

- Not my thing.

- Then who?

I don't know.

Never touch Americans.

Bad for business.

F***ing cops raiding my

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