Boone said into his phone when Gunner picked up.“What?”“I’m at Quinn’s office. The door was open when I got here. There’s blood on the desk, man!”Gunner frowned. “Did you look around? You sure she’s not there somewhere? Maybe cut her hand or something and went to the bathroom?”“I looked. She’s not in hers or the one in the hall. She’s not here.”“Call security and see if she’s down there,” Gunner instructed.“Okay. I’ll call you right back.”A few moments later Gunner’s phone buzzed. “She’s not at security. She’s nowhere. I’m sorry, man. There was a wreck and traffic was crawling. I got out of the cab two blocks away and jogged and when I got here, I found all this. I’ve got her phone on GPS but it’s showing it’s here in the building but I can’t find the motherfucker!” Boone said.Gunner jumped out of Brock’s car that was parked across the street from the brownstone on the Upper East Side they were keeping an eye on. “Keep looking around!
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