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“She apparently caught her boyfriend making out with her best friend in a nightclub.”

I frown as I listen.

“Took off and they think she has committed suicide somewhere.”

Her best friend and her boyfriend. What the fuck? That’s why she was crying.

“Anyway, she’s a nurse,” he continues.

I frown again. “Nurse?”

“Yeah, ICU.”

“I thought she was a cop?”

“Nope, did she tell you that?”

I shake my head distracted by the best friend and boyfriend thing. “No, I just sort of thought…”

“Thought what?”

“I sparred with her in the gym once and she could fight. I assumed she was a cop.”

“No, not a cop. She does have a membership to a kickboxing gym. Works out regularly.”

“Does she have any family?” I ask.

“That’s the weird thing. There is no trace of her before her eighteenth birthday.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“I mean she didn’t exist until she turned eighteen.”

“I don’t understand.” I frown.

“In most cases, that means she has changed her name as soon as she was old enough.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Who knows?”

“Who was she before?” I ask.

“I can find out, but that info takes about a week or so. They have to go through records and stuff. Does it really matter anyway?”

I hold the phone to my ear as I think.

“I mean she’s probably dead,” he replies.

I shake my head. God, nobody is even looking for her. No wonder she wants a new start.

“Who does she live with?” I ask.

“She lived with her best friend.”

“The chick who was fucking her boyfriend.” I frown. This is unbelievable.

“That would be her.”