The man had only been hired in recent years. He had never met me before, so mistaking someone else for me was understandable.
Fletcher took a deep breath, slumped into his chair and sank into thought.
“Ashley, what kind of game are you playing? Are you toying with me on purpose—keeping me chasing, just so you can feel satisfied?” He slammed a fist into the wall.
It took a long time before he managed to pull himself together.
“Just wait,” he growled, “I will find you—dead or alive. And when I do, I’ll make sure you see… me leaving you, the same way you left me!”
By the time Fletcher got home, it was already past midnight.
The lights were still on. June sat on the couch, eyes red from crying, waiting for him.
As soon as she heard the door, she threw herself into his arms.
“Fletcher, where have you been?” her voice choked with hurt.
A flicker of guilt passed through his eyes. He took her hand and said, “June, I told you not to wait up for me. You should have gone to bed.”
“You went looking for Ashley again, didn’t you?” she demanded.