Stolen Identity, Stolen Love

stale coffee and disinfectant. They put h

aline faded, replaced b

officer came in and

real Mr. Miller was contacted, and he doesn't want to pres

Ethan like a p

urbed

And don't go back to that restaurant

nd phone across the tabl

was on his key ring. Would that even work? Was t

t face tha

one place to go

ge. This had to end now. He would get inside. He would confront this m

party was over. The street was quiet. He saw the familiar

handle. Locke

the door wi

me, Ethan! Op

t against the meta

's Chef! Open

ed peephole slid open. He saw an eye he d

! We're

, his voice hoarse. "Tell

hole sla

empty milk crates sat against the wall. He grabbed one, his

charged at the door, slamming it aga

shuddered

n. He was acting like a m

the door s

was the head of his security team, a man named Carl. They weren't looki

nk you're doing?" Carl de

pping the crate. "It's me. You have

e low and dangerous. "You're the psycho f

the cooks fanned out behin

arsh security light hummed above them, making everything look

et alley. "This is your only warning. If I see you again, I w

It hung in the air between

a flicker of doubt, a sign of the men he

hysical thing, a burning heat in his chest. A renowned chef, celebrated just yesterday, was now being

aking. "Just let me talk to Mar

e hated the sound

nt to talk to

nside cut thro

, Carl. Let m

d the imposter stepp

e name "Ethan Miller" embroidered in black over the heart. H

face. The contrast between the two of them was brutal. Ethan was disheveled, desperat

hed copy. And he was st