Niko
Sven and I meticulously strip what little clothing Alexandra had on, but we find nothing that could account for a tracking device.
Even so, we check every crevice of her body and still come up empty-handed before replacing the clothing to give her some sense of decency. If I'm honest, I tackle the task with indifference, but in honesty, I feel sick to my stomach doing such a task.
At first, she shook like a leaf, but her true identity showed itself when her quivering lip turned into a malicious smile when we realised she didn't have an evident tracking device.
"Perhaps you should look elsewhere," she sneered at me with enough malice to prove she's gone entirely f*****g rogue. This is not the woman I remember; she sure isn't the loved-up woman who followed Mitchels every word.
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