Collins looked directly into the billionaire’s horrified eyes:
“Yes, sir. You… and Mrs. Hale.”
Marcus took two staggering steps backward, collapsing against the edge of the dresser, his hand knocking over a crystal decanter that shattered across the floor:
CRASH.
“Then find her!” Marcus yelled, his baritone cracking into raw, desperate panic:
“Call the San Francisco police chief! Ground every private jet at SFO and Oakland! Pull the cellular towers within a five-mile radius of Pacific Heights! Turn this entire goddamn city upside down until my wife is back in this room!”
Collins lowered his head, his voice barely audible over the wind howling outside:
“Mr. Hale… we already ran her social security number, her credit passports, and her vehicle transponders.”
The security chief held out his tablet:
“Natalie Hale didn't just leave this house, sir… she erased her entire digital existence thirty minutes ago.”
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Posted October 29, 2026
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