Chapter 135 - Gotcha

Warren’s POV

"Got her," Cole said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. "The call pinged off a tower right near the Louvre. She’s in Paris."

I blinked. "The Louvre? As in… the museum?"

Cole nodded. That explained the strange acoustics, the echoes, the distant voices.

I scoffed, shaking my head. "The city of love. Of course. Where else would she go right after dumping me?"

Paris. The same place she’d always said she wanted to visit ‘someday.’ Apparently, someday was now. Without me.

Just half an hour ago, I’d walked out of the police station after a humiliating night in the holding cell. I had a pounding headache, and a gut full of regret about what I’d done to Fred.

Then, just as I’d got in a cab, her name had flashed across my screen. Vienna. My heart had damn near stopped. For a second, I hovered my thumb over "answer." But something told me not to.

Not yet… A plan had started forming in my mind.

So I’d waited, and let it go to voicemail. When I played it, her voice—shar