Jake.The knock at my office door is sharp, deliberate, the kind of knock that says whoever is behind it is carrying something important. I already know who it is. I have been waiting all night, pacing like a caged animal, with a headache splitting my skull and last night’s whiskey still burning in my veins.“Come in,” I rasp, my voice rougher than I’d like.My private investigator, Marcus, steps inside, his leather briefcase tucked under one arm. He doesn’t look at me right away, and that alone makes my chest tighten. Men like Marcus aren’t easily shaken. But his eyes, his eyes hold hesitation.“Well?” I demand, unable to sit still. I shove away from the edge of my desk and stand tall, crossing my arms. “What did you find on her? Where has she been? Who was she with?”Marcus exhales, slow, controlled. “That’s the problem, Mr. Donovan.” He sets the file down on my desk, a thin file that looks far too empty for the five years I’ve lost. “There’s nothing to find on Kyla”I freeze. “What
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