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Still working on the dratted computer issues. I’ll catch up as I can during the week. ;c)

Last week Nick got a phone call from a man who claimed to know something about Rhys’s whereabouts. The caller instructed Nick to head to the wharf, and this six picks up as he arrives there courtesy of a city bus.

He stepped down and stood on the damp, wind-whipped corner for just a moment, searching the skyline, seeking his bearings in the dark, unfamiliar territory. Few streetlights dotted the industrial silence. Long metal buildings made up the bulk of the landscape, each one separated from the next by an expanse of pitted concrete. In the distance, water sloshed against pilings, meshing with the noise of the rain. The desolation was chilling, but it was the words of the caller that really got under his skin.

I’ve got information about your girlfriend.


*warning: this WIP has not yet met the brutal hand of my editor.*

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