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She flashes me a nervous smile then quickly sets off toward the bar. August’s eyes follow her ass for a moment before he turns back to his beer. He’s probably contemplating not drinking it just to spite me. But he soon relents.
    He takes a long swig then sets the glass down. “What do you want me to do?”
    I reach inside my blazer and his eyes widen. I pull out a stack of photos and set them face down on the table.
    “First, I want you to go home and cry while you jerk off to those pictures.” He stares at the pictures for a moment, but he doesn’t reach for them. “Then, I want you to go into the police station and get a copy of that surveillance footage.”
    “I can’t. And you know that.”
    “Yes, you can, August. And you will. Because that’s the only way your uncle’s coming back to this country.”

5

    August

    The box-like building known as the 14 th Precinct is about as welcoming as an Eastern European orphanage. And under the circumstances, it’s about the last place I want to be right now. I have no idea if the police suspect I had something to do with Becky’s disappearance. The ex is always one of the prime suspects.
    But I know I have to do this. Not just to get my uncle back into the country. I have to do it so Knox can find Becky.
    She may be Rebecca to Knox. But to me she’s still my Becky.
    I enter the police station and find a group of four officers behind the counter, laughing it up while sipping their muddy cups of coffee. I stand at the counter for a moment, resisting the urge to clear my throat, and soon one of the officers looks in my direction.
    “Hey, August!” Joe calls out to me.
    The faces of the other officers get very serious at the sound of my name. They all turn to look at me at the same time. I don’t think I’m imagining the tension in the air and the skeptical looks on their faces.
    “Hey, Joe. I’m just here to see Tracy. Is she in?”
    I already know she’s here. I just spoke to her three minutes ago.
    Joe picks his fat ass up off the edge of the desk and saunters toward me. “Yeah, I think she’s downstairs. Sorry about Becky, man.”
    I lower my gaze to the counter as a strange sensation of grief overcomes me. Not a single person has expressed any regret or condolences to me about Becky’s disappearance until now. And somehow, it hits me like fucking train.
    I grit my teeth against the emotion then look up at him. “Thanks. I’m just here to see Tracy. My mother and I didn’t want to leave anything to chance, so we hired a private investigator to assist with the investigation. Tracy said she’d talk to me today. See if she could be of some assistance. Of course, if that’s all right. I don’t want to overstep.”
    Joe looks genuinely regretful as he nods. “Yeah, man. You know where she is.”
    I let out a small sigh of relief as he buzzes me in. “Thanks, Joe.”
    “Anytime.”
    I enter the elevator and Joe sticks his arm in to slide his card key in the slot, then he hits the sub level button. It lights up he wishes me luck as the elevator doors close.
    I glance around the gleaming steel walls of the elevator. It dawns on me that this is the last place that Becky probably felt safe before she was taken. My stomach twists at the thought of what’s happened to her in the last three days.
    If she’s found alive and I find out she was hurt while in captivity, I’ll find a way to kill Knox Savage.
    I exit the elevator and Tracy sees me coming before I even reach the door. She shoots out of her chair and greets me at the entrance to the evidence locker. She sobs as she throws her arms around me and squeezes me so hard I can feel my organs shifting inside me.
    “Oh, August. Honey, I can’t believe this happened. I should have been at my desk. I would have seen it.”
    “Tracy, this is not your fault.” I pry her arms loose and hold her arms. “But you have a chance to help now. Do you have it?”
    She nods as she turns and walks around Becky’s