Sweet little soul

“Yes, we do.” The manager responded and turned to the security men, “Check the parking lot footage, of that same date.”

Jeffrey stepped back in front of the large screens and watched it carefully. There was a figure on the screen, stepping out into the parking lot and carrying a woman in his arms.

“Right there! Wait.” Jeffrey pointed at the screen, something bitter like bile rising in his throat as he recognized who the man was. They did not even need to zoom in for this one. He recognized that fucking infuriating set of broad shoulders, and that tall build, even if the face was hidden under a face cap.

It was fucking Chase.

His teeth gritted when he looked at the woman in his arms, and saw that it was the same woman walking away from him back at the bar area. The woman with the curly long hair, skimpy dress and high heels.

His mind automatically flashed back to the picture the reporter had taken of Chase holding Mackenzie and protecting her from another man.

Chase.

Mackenzie.

Ch