CHAPTER 32 - REED
WITH KIMBERLY’S HOUSE technically still a crime scene, we retired to Wyatt’s apartment while we worked out our next move. We were so f*****g close, but that last step… It seemed impossible.
“I wanna ram the ambassador’s face into a wall,” Wyatt grumbled.
While it was good we were starting to agree on things again, I wished I didn’t share his sentiment. What kind of prick put politics above women’s lives?
“Hey.” Rania laid a hand on Wyatt’s shoulder as he paced the living room. “We’ll find her. RJ’s good at what he does.”
“RJ?”
“Our friend in England. Most of his work with computers is legitimate, but he likes to test the boundaries as sort of a hobby.”
Thank goodness Will and Rania were here. Their confidence gave me hope, whereas otherwise, I’d probably have been
