Clark closed his eyes. At that exact moment he was only seventy feet away behind the building, completely oblivious to what was happening out front. He had spent nearly an hour yesterday standing in front of the bar, searching for a clue only to find none. Hundreds of cars drove down that street each day and there were no tire tracks he could follow. The only trace that Lois had been taken was her shoe, now in evidence here at the station…
Poor Clark!
And you left us hanging:
"Alliance Technologies."
Clark's entire body went cold at the name of Herman Twitchell's employer. It was impossible that was merely a coincidence.
Can't wait for the next part!!
