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“Call your boyfriend,” I demanded. “And keep calling. Get him to answer. I’m heading back toward the apartment building,” I said, hanging up.

“Lennon,” I hissed to myself, then dialed him up.

“Brock, what can I do for you?”

“Where is she?” I growled at him, and his tone immediately changed.

“Miss Coulter?” he clarified, but I could already hear him typing as I ran a red.

“Yeah. Where is Miranda?”

“Fuck,” he hissed, sounding upset.

“What?”

“Well, according to two of her devices, she is at home.”

Fuck.

Goddamn it.

She hadn’t had the necklace on.

And she didn’t have pants to clip that other one on either.

“What about the keychain?” I asked, knowing she had her keys on her. She always did.

“It’s showing up about four blocks from her apartment building. Steady, not moving,” he told me.

“Okay. Stay on the line. I need you to tell me if I’m getting closer.”

“I’m right here,” Lennon agreed, all business.

It felt like it took ten times longer to get back to her building as it had taken to leave it, despite breaking every traffic law in the book. Including double parking as I got to the building, flying out and ignoring Frank’s objections as I ran down the street.

“Yep, that’s the street. Take the right,” he demanded. “Now a left. A parking lot, it looks like. Do you see her?”

“No,” I said, stomach tightening at what I did see parked there.

Her town car.

With the back door open.

I ran forward, looking inside, seeing no one.

But her purse was sitting on the seat, contents spilled and spread over the chair and ground.

Including the keychain.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I yelled, slamming a fist on the side panel, a movement that was hard, sure, but shouldn’t have made the whole back end wiggle.

There was someone in the trunk.

“Am I calling the police?” Lennon asked, tone tight. Because, despite his formal way of addressing them, Lennon cared about all of his clients. He took any harm that came to them personally.

“Give me one minute,” I said, going into the driver’s seat to pop the trunk, then rushing back toward it to pull it open.

And there he was.


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