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*Justin patted his steering wheel gently as his van sputtered it's last.* It's okay, girl. *He climbed out of the van, glad that he'd at least made it to a mechanics. He walked right into the main office and tapped the bell for service. A scruffy looking man with a mullet walked in.* Can I help you?
Justin: Yeah, Mr. uh, Casey. My van just died out there. It needs a full overhaul, it'll be at least a weeks work for you. Oh, and have you seen this woman? *he pulled a picture out of his jacket pocket and showed the man*
Casey: Hey, yeah, kinda looks like that psycho-cannibal they've been showing on the news. You a cop?
Justin: I am if it gets me the info I want. Know where she is?
Casey: Hell, if I knew that, I'd be collecting my reward right now.
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