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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 200 Could Be
The office was dimly lit by a desk lamp. The man behind the desk opened his desk drawer and looked at the picture of the woman who had humiliated him in front of all his friends and business associates. To say he hated her was an understatement. All he could think about was getting his hands on her and taking her apart piece by piece in the most painful way imaginable.
He didn't know if he ever really loved her, but he knew that he definitely hated her. Love can fade, but if you did hate right, it could last a lifetime.
His assistant walked into his office.
"There is a story on the internet about some carnival that ended in massive police arrests. I just glanced at it when I saw some pictures that were posted before the arrests. There's a girl . . ."
"Show me."
The assistant opened his laptop and put it down in front of his boss and brought up the picture. It was a picture of a child on a ride. Off to one side was a crowd shot of a tall blonde woman with a man also with blonde hair.
He studied the picture. The hair color was different and the picture was a profile shot. There was no clear view of her eyes.
"I don't know. It's possible," he said.
"Do you want me to follow up?"
The man looked at the picture and enlarged it, but it didn't help him. The picture was too small and the angle was bad. The woman was holding onto the man's arm.
"What's with the guy? It looks like they're together."
The assistant looked at the picture.
"It does look that way. The leather vest. He may be a biker, but I can't see anything that could identify the club. What do you want to do?"
There was a long pause while the man drummed his fingers on his desk and studied the picture.
"Keep scouring the internet for pictures. If we can get a better picture, I'll evaluate it again. If it's her and she's with this guy, we'll take them both."
"If he's a biker, that may prove to be a problem."
"Money fixes problems."
The assistant shut the laptop and left his boss so he could continue to stare out his ex-fiancée's picture and plot her death.