Thick fog covered the city streets like a damp blanket, muffling the sounds of late-night traffic. Detective Mason Kane sat in his old matte black Mercedes, parked across the building with a neon sign that said Stay's Diner. His fingers relaxed on the steering wheel as he watched the door. Something was wrong, and his instincts told him that whatever there had happened to reporter Jane Harper, it was going to get worse.
Jane had left a strange voicemail on his phone three days ago. Her voice was low “Meet me at Stay’ they know you’re next. No call back. She had vanished without a trace. Kane had been in the detective business long enough to know that when people like Jane disappeared, it usually didn’t end well. But he wasn’t about to let this one slide.
He flicked his cigarette onto the wet puddle and stepped out of the car. The air was cold, and the fog clung to his jacket as he crossed the street. Inside the diner, the smell of greasy food and coffee hit him. The place was almost empty, except for a waitress behind the counter and a lonely lady in the back booth Jane Harper.
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