After the cops finished searching the house again, I sighed in annoyance and walked inside. I moved through her kitchen, her living room, and then her bedroom, my eyes scanning everything. They finally landed on an open window. My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned out, trying to piece together what had happened. All the windows in this room were closed with curtains, but not this one. I walked forward and peeked down. My eyes caught a glimpse of the plain concrete floor. It was the second floor. Did she jump down?
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