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FORD

“Thanks a million, Stryker.” I shake his hand, then grab the boxes of tiny cameras and put them in Gram’s vehicle.

“Not a problem, Ford. Send me the video of the guy who broke in. I’ll see what I can do.”

I grab my phone and air drop it to him. “I appreciate it. I’ve already transferred the funds and added a tip.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I like to reward a job well done.” I grin at him. “I know the kind of work you do. You’re thorough.”

Stryker looks over at Harper, who is talking to his woman, Mallory.

His voice is low as he says, “The guy you asked me to look into. Jeffrey Morrison.”

Every muscle in my body goes rigid.

My breathing accelerates.

“What about him?” My tone is dark.

Low.

Murderous.

“I have the file you asked for. I’ll send it now.”

“Do you know if he’s around here?”

Stryker’s eyes bore into mine. “I’ve been tracking him. Yes, he’s in the area. He arrived right after Harper.”

My brows shoot up. “He’s following her?”

“Appears that way.”

My hands clench into fists. “That sonofabitch is dead.”

My nostrils flare while my pulse thunders through my ears.

My gaze locks onto my wife—fuck saying future, that woman has always been mine.

Harper is laughing, her face lit up with pure happiness as Mallory says something to her.

She’s oblivious to the danger around her.

Safe because of me.

The way she should always be.

The way shewillalways be.

Because Jeffrey Morrison is a dead man walking.

And I’m the executioner.

We are seatedat the table when there’s a loud ruckus at the door.

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