Restless as a caged beast, Roman paced back and forth across the expanse of his living room. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to take to the streets, to search tirelessly for Becky. He had combed through every alley near his office building and store, yet an insatiable desire to be out there, doing something, gnawed at him. But Sean had insisted he get back home and wait for him.
The only thing that gave Roman an iota of control over his growing anxiety was the knowledge that his best friend was using his sophisticated tracking software to pinpoint Becky’s location through her ring.
Yes, Roman admitted to himself, he was a paranoid man who had put a tracking device in his wife’s car, phone, and ring. He didn’t feel guilty about it. Especially not when he had an unsettling gut f
