Jack asked. He looked a little worse for the wear this week. He had bags under his eyes and more than his customary day or two’s worth of whisker growth on his face. His clothes were wrinkled, and I could swear he’d been wearing the same jeans for the past week. I scooped up my keys and jammed them in my front pocket. “They’re not.” He snickered. “Why not?” “She hasn’t gone anywhere in days.” Sharp creases dented the skin between his brows. “Why not?” “I don’t know.” I crossed the room. “I won’t be in the office tomorrow. I have a security update I need to do for Black Investments.” “No problem.” He closed his laptop and stuffed it into his tan messenger bag. The thing was ancient. Threads dangled from the seams, and the bottom looked more black than tan. He’d been carrying it since his days in the Navy.
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