Chapter 93  Chase was on edge, and it was easy to see why. The woman facing away from us had a figure and skin tone that could easily be mistaken for mine. It must’ve been gut–wrenching for him to imagine his own wife in the hands of another man.  The woman on the bed lay still, not a flicker of movement or response. Meanwhile, the manager, as cool as a cucumber, lit up a cigarette and asked, “Are you here to bail her out?”  Then, out of nowhere-“Bang!“–Chase, usually the picture of calm, exploded with fury. He rocketed a kick into the manager, sending him crashing into the wall. Before the manager could even blink, Chase had him by the floral shirt collar, delivering a punch straight to his face.  Chase’s eyes were wild like he’d been possessed by some vengeful spirit. “Who said you could touch her?”  A gunshot suddenly shattered the tension in the room.  The woman on the bed shrieked in fear. My dad burst in with his crew, and they all saw it–the woman might’ve looked a bit like me, but She wasn’t me.  Chase was oblivious to the fact she was still undressed, and tilted her chin up for a closer look. He exhaled, relief flooding his face. “Thank goodness it’s not her.”  The manager, spitting blood, was ready to retaliate, but a mediator from my dad’s team stepped in to cool things down. The manager spat curses, hands on hips. “Damn, she’s not even your wife. Why’d you hit me?”  Chase was desperate. “Where’s everyone  else?”  The manager shrugged. “That’s all we’ve got. Who else are you looking for?”  Chase was no longer concerned about keeping my identity under wraps anymore. He pulled out my picture on his phone. “Have you seen this woman?”  The manager squinted at it. “Nope.”  My dad offered him a cigarette, trying a different tack. “Come on, buddy. She’s family. Help us out, and we’ll make it worth your while.” Noticing the Rolex Submariner on my dad’s wrist, the manager’s eyes lit up. My dad, savvy about these things, slipped off the watch without a second thought.  “Please, give us a hand.”  The manager’s demeanor softened instantly, and his grin spread wide despite the earlier punch. He eagerly took the watch. “You’re sharp, sir. Hang tight. If she’s not in this park, it doesn’t mean she’s not in another. Send me the picture.”  Chase had been wary of leaks, which was why he hadn’t shared my photo before, leading to this whole mix–up. But now, with no other leads, they had to show my picture.  The manager took another look at the photo. “No wonder you hit me. The woman in the picture is a real looker. It shouldn’t be hard to find someone that striking, but…”  He left the rest hanging, clearly hinting at something more. “We’ve got several parks. With your resources and connections, why did you wait till now? Once a woman ends up here…”  Chase’s fists clenched tight, regret etched across his face. I’d been missing since that morning, and nobody had cared enough to search until now. It was too late. Even if they combed through all the parks, they might not even find a trace of me.  “Alright, since you gave me the watch, I’ll let the punch slide. Stay put; we’ll have news soon.”  They had their own network, which was not just confined to this park but across multiple ones. Even the local community was part of it. Finding someone here was a world easier than anywhere else.  Chase paced back and forth, the occasional scream echoing through the room. Through the window, the first light of dawn was breaking, and people were being dragged away, leaving a trail of blood behind.  Chapter 94