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“What’s the name of the company he works for again?”

“Worked. He was fired a couple weeks ago. And it’s Guardian Elite.”

Again, more typing.

“Got him.”

“What do you mean you got him?”

“I was able to get into the company’s North American employee database, and I pulled up his file. Reed Watkins Baker. Address is seventeen thirty-six East Twenty-third Street, downtown.”

“Can you text that address to me?”

“Sure thing.”

“And let me know if you find anything else out. Thanks, Travis.”

“You got it.”

I climb into the back of the limo and shout the address Travis gave me to Ivan, telling him to step on it.

I have a bad feeling I might find Chloe there.

And an even worse feeling I won’t.

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