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Tyson
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I scramble to my feet, frustration bubbling within me as I snatch my phone from the table. It’s already been thirty minutes, and I explicitly told Mali he needed to make it quick.
Unable to take the wait, I thumb my way through the recent call list. But just as my thumb hovers over his name, my phone begins to ring. An unfamiliar number flashes on the screen, and I know it’s him.
I swipe to answer. “And?” I ask, my voice edged with impatience, and he gives me the name of the hotel where Liviana is, causing me to frown, not knowing what she could be doing there. But I don’t have to wonder for long as he tells me that he took the liberty of finding out who the room belonged to, and it was Julie Mosher. My eyes widen in shock at that. Julie Mosher is her
