Bound to be with the ruthless mafia

ter

stayed home and drank. Kate had been by his side, caring for him and Henry. It bro

, but he didn't even know where to begin. He searched online, pulling up mafia family photos, scann

ee her again. Just to

. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He was frustrated - no, he was beyond that. He punched the wall

hatt

he shards of glass

d Mia left with nothing, so it had to be somewhere in the

cket, stepping barefoot on broken glass. Blood trailed behind him, but he didn't care. He plugged

bright eyes, her warm smile. That smile was real.

. The top message was

a. Jet is waiting and

Without wasting time, he grabbed his own phone

l, how may we help you?" a

Cheryl Fields, Alberta on the 5th of April. I n

can't give out that info

re the mother of my child is. I need t

igh. "This is against protocol,

eld his

t to the U.S

in the U.S.?" h

ules... but it went to New Yo

ng. A lead. A

nto a bag. Bandaged his bleeding feet. Then he scrib

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e opened the door and saw shattered glass and blood on the floor. She wa

I left in a hurry an

look for Mia, but I c

ow you're hurting too, trying t

friend, and you l

blood is from a

of Henry.

for her - said it was dangerous. But she knew she couldn't stop

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office. A bottle of whiskey sat on th

se go out?"

few seconds, as if he w

s late? Planning another escape

been weeks, and I haven't stepp

re would

. maybe the bar

liquor here than at any

he could see the frustr

eventually. "You're not a pris

watch me,"

nything stupid. Trust me - he already hates you

to find the detective - but with Mike breathi

ght air through the window. She could see Mike watchin

t least she could still en

ic - it made her think of Steve. There was a time when the tw

er with a beer, watc

lear and firm. Eileen turned slightly and saw a blonde wom

o to the police station to find the detectiv

ot with Mike staring her down - bu

, and she could talk to her in private. Or maybe next time, Jos

at this bar too. And she'd wa