“Ethan, where have you been? A lot is happening and I needed you this past week!” John stormed around his office, and past the seat Ethan occupied in front of his desk. “You better have one f*****g hell of an explanation for this. I’ve had Hernandez breathing down my damn neck about whatever is bothering him for the day. And don’t get me started on that missing witch girl,” he tossed his hands around while he vented. He walked over to the window and picked up the brandy from his drink cart and poured it into a glass. Turning back to Ethan, he sipped his drink and retreated into his chair. Letting out a groan, he glared at Ethan, “so where were you?”
Ethan had kept many things from his boss over the few years they worked together. Loraina wasn’t the first girl he helped escape an unfort
