The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 109

In that instant, Rhys could barely control the urge to kick the door down. But though he was out of uniform, the discipline and breeding were ingrained in his bones.

Rhys stood in the dark for a long time. Finally, he took out his phone and dialed Clara again. Still blocked.

He found Simon's number. If she wasn't at home, she had to be with that male best friend of hers who lived for drama.

The call connected. The background noise sounded like a bar or a club.

"Happy New Year, Captain Huntington," Simon's voice drawled, sounding sloppy. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Is Clara with you?" Rhys got straight to the point.

Simon scoffed. "You're asking me where your wife is?"

"Simon." Rhys's patience wore thin, his tone dropping an octave. "I can't find her, and I can't confirm her safety. If something actually happens to her, you won't be absolved of responsibility either."

"Moral blackmail, is it?" Simon laughed coldly. "Rhys, Clara is an adult, not a cat or dog you keep. Does she have to report her movements to you every second?"

"Is she with you or not?"

"She is not."

Simon's tone shifted, becoming somewhat gloating. "You're a cop. Isn't tracking someone down just a game to you? Or maybe you should put up missing person posters, see if some kind soul brings her back to you?"

At the mention of his methods, Rhys's brow twitched.

"Tell her to stop making a scene. Whatever she wants, wherever she wants to go, I'll agree to it. Just tell her to call me back."

*Click.*

The call was disconnected. Rhys stared at the screen, his eyes dark and dangerous.

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