Page 76 of Sin City Lights

Did she want him now?

Adam finished his scotch and immediately poured another.

His phone buzzed. He thought to let it ring but couldn’t stop himself from looking to see who it was.

Ian.

He tapped the phone to accept.

“This better be good,” he growled in greeting.

“I’m sorry, man. I wish I had some good news for you, but I don’t.”

His stomach clenched.“You haven’t found her.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t for the lack of trying.”

“I thought you said this PI was the best.”

“He is. But she seems to have gone off the grid. He has extended his search to overseas. Hopefully, that will turn up something.”

“Shit.”

“Adam,” Ian said gravely,“he has advised that the chances of finding her are slim.”

Adam’s hand tightened around the glass.“I want that divorce, Ian.”

“I know.” The line went silent for a few seconds.“You didn’t give a shit. Now you’re in a hurry, all of a sudden? What has it been, six years?”

“Seven.”

Seven years since Ingrid left both rings on the nightstand. The note, written in red ink, was still emblazoned in his memory.

You can’t make me happy.

I deserve happiness.

I’m done.

“What changed?”

Adam frowned.“Just find her, Ian. And start looking into a divorce by publication.”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” Ian asked.

“No.”

That came out far harsher than he’d intended.

Silence fell on the line again.”You sound like you need to get laid,” Ian finally said. There was concern in his voice, without his usual joking tone.

“Yeah, well. I need a lot of things.”

“I mean it.”

He sucked a breath in exasperation.“Unlike you, little brother, I don’t consider a fuck to be a cure for all my problems.”

“Depends on the fuck.”

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