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He pushes his glasses up his nose and I notice him visibly start to shake. “We're trying our hardest, but it's a big freaking world out there...a world that she obviously doesn't want to be a part of or else we'd be able to find her.”
Beside him, the leader of the P.I. team mutters a curse.
I hear the sharp intake of breath from Marlene as my spine turns to ice and I bare my teeth. “What did you just say?”
He opens his mouth but I open my trunk and take out a crowbar.
Mr. Hacker guy swallows hard and looks like he's about to shit a brick. “I—um.”
I swing the crowbar in my hand and take a step forward. “You what?”
He holds up his hands. “Look, Mr. DeLuca...with all due respect—it's a possibility.”
He wipes the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. “She isn't using the alias you set up for her. We have no clue what her actual surname before she married your father was because he had any and all records of who she used to be permanently destroyed.”
He starts listing things on his fingers. “We can't track her on the burner phone you gave her because it's not on and her old one is sitting at the bottom of the bay at the docks. The car you provided for her was traded in multiple times and she still hasn't tapped into the bank account you gave her access to.”
He looks down at the ground. “So she's either hiding under a fucking rock in some far off corner of the earth that's completely unheard of...or something happened to her.”
He shrugs and squints. “From what I understand, the girl had a lot of psychological issues. It wouldn't be uncommon for a girl in her predicament to off herself or turn to prostitution or drugs.”
He takes a deep breath. “I thi—”
The crowbar to the side of his head shuts him the fuck up for good.