[This chapter is dedicated to–Chastidy_Howell. I'll be forever grateful that you chose to read this story when there are others that are way much better.]
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"Say it again?"
Matthew felt a dampness in the air behind his neck. He turned cold and his body shivered a little. He started seeing red from the corner of his eyes.
"Who picked up my wife?"
The security guard stepped back with his dangerous tone and a small part of his brain was feeling sorry for the man, he was simply doing his job.
"Uhm," he cleared his throat and pulled his shoulders to gain authority in the situation but failed.
"Uhm, from the record, a man named Noel Betito picked her up at…." He cleared his throat once again and looked down at the tablet he was gripping in his hands.
"Quarter before ten."
