The sun shone down on the tired face of Harrison Alexander. The man’s clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot. “Has there been any news, Cage?” Harrison said, wiping his face. On the desk beside him lay three cups, and he raised one to his lips, allowing the bitter taste to give him some sort of awakening. “Where would she be? You were good at this, Cage.” Harrison grumbled. “If you had placed a tracker on her like I said, it would have been quite easy,” Cage barked from the other side of the phone. “I don’t have the right to introduce that level of protection on her, Cage. She’s not my wife,” Harrison rasped through the phone, a dull pain in his chest. Cage sighed. It was long and heavy. “If she isn’t your wife, Harrison, why are you going to this length to find her? You haven’t slept a wink in 24 hours.” The question made Harrison pause, and he closed his eyes. “It’s called being kind, Cage. Just get me the news I’m waiting for,” he grumbled. There was no respons
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