eb

hung in the sile

t?" I repeated, my own voice

ave a cau

d from the crowd and the whiskey. Shedding my jacket a

. she had left w

been found in Chloe

to tilt. The feeling wasn't from the hangover;

hecked Ms. Miller's phone location data. There was a si

nce was u

The scent of vanilla and sugar. They all aligned wit

own hair and green eyes. It also said that she

nd sugar.

f emotions-anger, amusement, and a dark

ccused of infidelity had act

ow it was me. She must

nto a full, slightly unhinged laugh. Tri

Kensi

inks she's gotten the upper hand on my mother by complaining fi

ir. It was all a pe

g. Very in

orney, Arthur Reynolds, wa

gned divorce papers from Ms. M

page. Chloe Miller. Her signature was neat

o take my money, open her damn bak

her wide, frightened green eyes from th

ile curve

ked up the five-million-dollar agreement and

the shreds like a declaration

t... sir, the agreement clearly states

aving no room for argument. "She is my wife.

Get the car ready. We'

bakery? Her location

ill of the hunt. "We're going to her father's house first.

You better run,

felt brighter than it had in years. The fog that had clou

sent me. A candid shot of Chloe in her bakery, a clean, warm smile o

d the

The woman