CHAPTER 6: PATRICK
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Patrick clutched the phone. “You found him. You found Vic?”
“Yeah. It’s him. I made sure before I called you,” said Hunter.
“I’ll be there in”—he glanced at his watch—“thirty minutes, forty tops.” The Club was quiet. He could leave for the night. He’d tell one of the bouncers to keep an eye on the place.
“I’ll be here.”
“Wait,” he said before Hunter could hang up. He needed to tell Annie, but he couldn’t risk seeing her. He missed her. These last few days, it’d taken every ounce of willpower he had not to go to her house and beg her to forgive him. Instead, he’d sat at the Club watching the monitors, hoping she’d come back to work so he could at least watch her. If it wasn’t so pathetic he’d laugh. She’d turned him into a voyeur. “Pick up Annie...but don’
