The search
Adrian stood in his home office late at night, the signed divorce papers still on his desk like an accusation. The silence of the Harrison Estate pressed in from all sides. Evelyn had vanished with no note, no location, no explanation. He had tried calling. He had sent messages. Nothing.
He couldn’t accept it.The next morning, he made a call he never thought he would need to make.
“Marcus,” Adrian said when the private investigator answered. “I need you to find someone. Discreetly. No traces back to me.”
Marcus, a former intelligence operative with a reputation for getting results, didn’t ask unnecessary questions. “Who am I looking for?”
“My wife. Evelyn Harrison. She left the house recently. I need to know where she is, why she left, and what she’s doing. Everything.”
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