Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle
Now it had been just over twelve hours since she’d disappeared.
Marsh and Arthur sat a block away in a fake delivery truck, watching the signal pulse steadily on a laptop screen, the dot unmoving.
“She hasn’t moved in hours.” Marsh muttered.
Arthur’s knuckles were bone white around the edge of the table, his eyes bags quite heavy from lack of sleep, his party suit discarded, leaving him only the shirt and pants, even the shoes are just so his legs won’t be bare, otherwise he’d have kicked them away a long time ago, and worst is his hair, very unruly and scattered from all the hours of running his hands through it. “She will let us know when to come, I can feel it almost happening.”
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