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At 2 A.M., My Father Texted: “Grab Your Sister And Run — Don’t Trust Your Mother.” So I Did.

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“Where is he?” I asked. “Is he safe?”

Reeves hesitated—the particular hesitation of someone choosing between honesty and mercy. “We don’t know. He was supposed to check in three hours ago from his hotel in Seattle and didn’t. His phone went offline. We have agents at the hotel now, but his failure to communicate combined with that text to you suggests continue reading …

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