Connor stared at the photo of Lacey he held in his hands. It was only her drivers license photo, and her unsmiling face stared back at him, but he still thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Those sky blue eyes, and hair like spin gold, he could have stared at her for hours except he had more important things to be doing.
Like finding out where she had gone.
He’d had her photo printed up and handed out to every cop in the city because he wanted her found.
What was she thinking running off on her own when she knew such a violent man was after her?
Didn’t she know that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe?
No, of course she didn’t, why would she? They didn’t know each other and she had no reason to trust him.
Connor crossed the street and nearly bumped into a blonde woman on the steps to his apartment. For a second he thought it was Lacey, who had somehow managed to track him down and come to him for help, but then she turned around and he saw it was a stranger.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said as he walked past her. How long was he going to fantasise about seeing Lacey? Unfortunately he suspected he knew the answer to that.
Bypassing the elevator he took the stairs, hoping running up six flights would work out some of his nervous anxiety so he could focus and find Lacey before anything happened to her.
He was just opening the front door when he noticed the stack of picture books he’d left by the front door ready to take to his sister’s house for his nephew and niece had been knocked over. He was kind of anal when it came to the tidiness of his home and it had been in a neat pile when he had left earlier.
Someone was in here.
Puling out his gun he began to search his apartment.