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"Next time, bring a warrant. Or don’t come at all. While you might be the Dragunov... I’m the Monarch."
The name hits like a gut punch. He is that Nikolas Vasilikis.
We drive off, defeated. On the way out, I see two teens sneaking out of the guest suite.
So the condom story was true.
Fuck.
She’s not here. But she’s out there.
And I will find her, especially as I also know she’s carrying my child!