Alexander was on his way home when he saw it. A woman is being forced into a car parked halfway up the curb. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, slim and of average height, with dark brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. She was dressed in a white blouse, tailored dark slacks, and heels — put together and polished, the kind of appearance that fit someone from a well-known family. But right now her composure was the only thing holding together, because the man gripping her arm wasn't giving her much choice about where she was going. Alexander slowed his pace. Another one. What is wrong with this city? Driver, please turn the car. and follow the car ahead. The driver glanced at him in the mirror. “Sure, sir?” “Yes. Just keep a little distance.” They tracked it across several blocks until it pulled up outside a mid-rise hotel. Alexander paid, stepped out, and followed on foot. The man who got out first was Ryan Caldwell — broad-shouldered, jaw set, moving with the p
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