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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

RYAT

I SIT ON the black leather couch, leaning forith ht hand absent band

Till death do us part is engraved on the inside of the band—identical to my wife’s

She has been gone for two days now Not a single word, not a clue as to where she went And no fucking idea where to even start looking She disappeared—poof—like a ghost

When I find her—and I will—it’s going to take everything in ry I am

My new phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see it’s a text from an unknown number

Negative

Locking it back, I grindthat I don’t have tiht now One problem at a time

“What do we know?”behind his desk in his office overlooking don Dallas Once again, in the ht

“Nothing,” Prickett answers, sitting to ht

I haven’t said much since I found out she decided to run It seems pointless because there’s not much to say

“She didn’t return to her apartment, her car is still in the same spot it was before, and she left her cell at the house of Lords, along with her wedding ring,” Gunner infor to my left

My father sighs while he stands by the floor-to-ceiling“She’s just vanished”

“People don’t just disappear” Her father slams his hands down on his desk I’le her too “She needs money to survive”