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With that, I spin on …

“Where are you, little one?” I whisper through gritted teeth,their way around the room

Nothing

I search for the busty blonde that dragged her away, but again, nothing

I head toward the bar pushingShe seemed friendly with the bartender so I want to hit hi he may know

At the bar, I grab his attention with a hundred-dollar bill between ers

“What can I get you?” He co in

“That brunette earlier Club soda, no ice, with lemon? Lavender dress…”

He nods “Yeah?”

“You know her?”

He gives“Not really Just her drink She coroup a couple times a week”

“You don’t know her na about her?”

“Not really I saw her skate out the front door a few hter Not sure where the rest of her creent” He raises his head over the crowd “Their table’s empty”

“Thanks” I shove the money across the bar and turn toward the front door

I’ll find a way to see her again I have a private investigator who I e There are caet to pay off whoever is necessary to get file search for her in whatever facial recognition softe have or can buy I’ll spend the rest of reen eyes

I step into the warht The New York scent of car exhaust and the sour sewer is fa away the last of her sweet scent My driver, Clancy, stands at the curb, holding the door open when he spots me

I nod at hi thank you as I listen to the cracking of my teeth as I bite down in frustration

I slide across the back seat as he closes the door undoing the button of my suit jacket

I hear the driver’s door shut as I open the e and take out a bottle of water The li into traffic while I unscrew the cap ready to drown ht now

Before I can get the bottle to my mouth, I’ metal sound as the limo jerks viciously and screeches to a stop I lurch inthe floor instead

“Fuck!”