Page 206 of Deep Cover

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Cole

She wasn't here. Not in the house where the hackers said she’d be or the men on the street said.

Not where I thought the limo had gone, the one that showed her in the back seat, Vincent's hands busy on her breasts, then on her ass. Vincent grinning for the feed he was sending.

She wasn't here.

But she was alive. It was enough that I could get back in touch with everyone, everywhere, finding the leaders of each new group – French police, French hackers, the people I'd left back in southern Nevada, the bodyguards I'd brought with me – and making sure everyone was doing everything to find her.

And to find Vincent.

And to end Vincent.

She wasn't where we'd thought. So we'd begin again.

We weren't stopping until we found her.

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