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Salem:I need to find Tamsyn.

Alexei:I can track her phone.

Salem:That won’t help much when her phone is here.

Roman:She left without her phone?

Salem:Yes. And without her coat or scarf or hat too.

Alexei:Fuck. Why would she do that?

Salem:My mum probably scared her off and she didn’t know what to do. I’m worried about her.

Alexei:Send me the address.

Roman:Wait. I remember it.

He sent through an address.Fuck, that was likely an hour away and it was peak traffic. Even on the underground, it would take a while.

Alexei:I’m not that far from there. Maybe twenty minutes away. Meet me there with the car.

Salem:Done. Tell us when you find her.

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What the hell?

Alexei glanced down at the address on the group message and then up at the building.

The rundown building with broken windows and constructed of a disgusting brown brick.

Fuck no.

This was completely unacceptable.

There was graffiti along the lower part of the building, and it looked like no one had bothered to attempt to wash off.

A train raced past on an overbridge next to the building. He glared at the bridge. He bet a lot of illegal shit went on in there. It was dark and damp looking. The whole building looked musty and cold. And despite that, people were still attempting to dry clothes on the balconies.

Alexei glared up at the apartment building and then checked the address that Roman had sent him.

This couldn’t be right.

This was not where she was living.

Not while he was living in that fucking mansion that he didn’t really deserve.

Not while he’d been a bit of an asshole to her in the beginning.

Okay, perhaps more than a bit.

She wasn’t living here in squalor in one of the worst neighborhoods in London.

He drew out his phone and called Roman.

“Are you there? Do you have her?” he asked, sounding breathless.

“Are you sure about this being her address?” he demanded.

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