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Really, I wanted Isla on the bench as I paddled her ass until her slick ran and soaked the floor for running away from me. But once I did, I didn’t want to fuck her afterwards. I wanted to pick her up and carry her to bed and cuddle her, just me and her, until she could stand it no more and begged me to take her.

I could see it—just me and her.

Harrison could see just him and her.

King... I wasn’t sure King was seeing clearly right now.

Just as I reached the door, the private cell we used for the private investigator chimed.

King rushed off his chair, but it was Harrison that picked up the cell before anybody else.

“Hi, Harrison here.” He glanced at King and turned to stare at me.

Harrison nodded. There was no other reaction from his face as he stood listening to the call.

“Thanks, let me know if you find out anything else.” He pressed to end the call and sighed.

“Did he find her?” I asked.

“Not yet, but he found Noah Nichols' home address, and he doesn’t think Isla is staying there. He also found out where Noah works and stayed for five days, waiting in a coffee shop over the road, but Isla never turned up once.”

“Anything else? Friends? Family?” I asked.

“He followed Noah to a restaurant in London, and Noah spoke to the owner for ten minutes. And Noah also went to an apartment in London on three occasions, pressing for entry, which means he has no key. That apartment is where he is focussing the next part of his search.” Harrison sighed and stared at King, who had dropped to his knees on the floor.

“I’m going to London,” Harrison said.

“I’m coming with you,” King replied, his voice suddenly revived.

“No, I do this alone. Once I find her, I will call you, but I need to do this. I think only I can do this,” Harrison said.

I nodded.

He was.

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