~ MARY ~
"He did what?" I growled.
I was still at the office, pacing restlessly while listening to Adam through my phone speaker. I had been waiting for my driver to arrive so he could pick me up and drive me to my townhouse in Beacon Hill, one of the most exclusive and expensive areas of Boston. It was already half past five, and I'd been more than ready to head home before Adam's call came in, disrupting my plans and my mood.
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. My grip on the phone tightened as I listened to Adam explain the events of the day—the event he'd said he had under control.
Adam's voice was tense as he explained, "Jack didn't go to the house as we expected. We had to trail him from his neighborhood to a fueling station on Route 1, west of his previous location."
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