Chapter eight

Asher's POV

The ride home felt longer than usual. I leaned back in the plush leather seat of the car, watching the city lights blur into streaks of yellow and white as we sped through the streets. My mind was stuck on her and I needed answers now answers only someone with the right skills could dig up. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for: Clark. He was the best private investigator I’d ever worked with, and I had a feeling this job was going to require his finest skills.

The phone rang twice before he picked up. "Asher, what’s going on?"

I didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “I need you to start looking into someone for me. Her name’s Nerissa Blake. I want everything—where she’s been, who she’s been with, why she disappeared. Leave no stone unturned.”

There was a slight pause on the other end, and I could almost hear Clark raising an eyebrow. “Nerissa? Is this the same girl who ghosted you?”

My jaw tightened. “Yes.”

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