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Caitlyn fought against the guy holding her ponytail, but the effort was useless. He was bigger and stronger. The only thing she had going for her was desperation. Mostly a desperate desire to get away from his rotten stench and beer-breath.
“Let go of me,” she shouted, aware of the entire bar watching. The more of a scene she created, the more unlikely it was that she would vanish the way Jeanine did. If everyone knew who she was, her disappearance wouldn’t be swept under the rug.
“You need to quit telling people something happened to Jeanine,” the guy said, his mouth close enough to her ear that she could feel his breath on her neck.
“Something did happen to her,” Caitlyn growled back.
Where the hell was Liam? She asked him to meet her there because it was where Jeanine was going t
