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“I’ll come over now and have Cole come upstairs until I get there. You get some sleep, Max.”

“Can’t until I talk to Viktor and Kade. They want a report.”

“The fuckers can wait. I’ll call them and let them know you’ll give them a report later. The need for sleep is more important. You can’t protect her if you’re about to pass out.”

“You’re right about that. I’m going to hop in the shower.”

“It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get there, so see you soon.”

Content he’d taken care of the immediate problem, Max headed to the shower and would soon be blissfully sound asleep.

Max dragged himself from sleep and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Damn, but he was still tired. He stretched, his back sore.

“About time you woke up.”

His head swiveled to see Jasper sitting on one of the chairs, a Kindle in his hand.

“What time is it?”

“Around four in the afternoon.”

“Fuck, why’d you let me sleep so late?”

“Because you drove for twelve hours straight to get back to New York after your last assignment, then you only had a couple hours of sleep before your sister called. You needed it, man. Can’t keep the client safe if you’re falling over where you stand.”

Max scrubbed a hand over his face. “Where is she?”

“She’s on the phone in her office. I think she’s talking to her dad.”

“Anything new on the case?”

Jasper glanced down the hallway. “Viktor called. He has a match for the fingerprints they found in her apartment.”

“Who?”

“Name’s Douglas McArthur.”

“Rap sheet?”

“A mile long. The police are looking for him. I sent all the information to your email, including his photo.”

“Where’s he from?”

“Los Angeles. Guy followed her here.”

“Have you asked her about him yet?”

“No. I just got the news a few minutes ago. I figured you’d want to do that since this area is more your expertise. You find people.”

Maybe he’d get lucky and find this fucker sooner rather than later, but he also knew being here with her would slow his process down. He’d need to call Dylan, his partner in crime when it came to tracking people. Dylan was almost as good as he was. Almost. It came from his time in the military. He’d learned shit Dylan hadn’t.

“You heading back to the office?”

“As soon as Cole gets here to take over my shift. Why, you need something?”

“Yeah, get Dylan working on this.”

“Will do. I’m going to order food. You have a preference?”

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