Former Ballerina, Grace Marlyn lives in between two worlds- A full time waiters and an occasional hustler in upstate Manhattan.
Grace have her life planned until one wedding heist that would brings both of her worlds collapsed when she trapped one...
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I wake up with the sound of her car leaving the driveway, it's only been a couple hour since she went to bed and I've spent the last hour pacing around the downstair office waiting for Lang to call me back before I finally fell asleep down the couch after I drowned myself with the third whiskey, Shit. I let out a rush of breath before I turn around, staring at the desk in front of me for a moment untilI start noticing a yellow stick notes on top of the photo frame.
" Emergency in the OP, don't wait up for breakfast. I'll see you at lunch."
I read the notes twice before I finally toss it into the trash, letting out a sigh as I grab my phone off the desk the second I gather myself together, for one thing it's best that I don't let whatever happened last night continue to the next day and although I know Sharon doesn't take out her phone out while driving- I decided to leave her a voicemail," I'll pick you up before lunch," I stop myself shortly," I'm sorry," nodding my as I let out a sigh of breath and hang up, not minding to wait up for her response, not when she often told me a lot of times about handling so many traffic accident casualties from working at the ER, I have a fair share on worrying about the late night drive she often took, driving 25 minutes long from Brooklyn to downtown Manhattan as early as 2:25 am by herself isn't something I take lightly when it comes to my fiancé's safety. " Wedding is just a ceremonial event to celebrate and show off what we have in present, but you and I both know we shouldn't celebrate something we haven't had in the last five months," Her words starts to echos behind my ear as if she just said them a minute ago. I know there was no use to try to sidestep the conversation last night besides admitting my mistakes and I have fucked so many things up long before Sharon and I made the agreement to take a step back from the wedding after our arguments few months ago. I stare down to her picture on my lock screen, it's a candid picture of her in a white knit sweater from our last vacation almost a year ago, my mom's ring still wrap around her finger after I proposed to her just two days before the trip.
Looking back neither one of us have imagined how much things have changed just shortly after that. Shit I sigh as soon as her picture switched to a phone call with Lang's name on top of it," You've got anything?" I waste no seconds as I take the call," Well Barnes your detail's shit, there's nothing here," Scott says as he takes my full attention, m" What do you mean?" I try to ask the questions calmly but failed miserably," The CCTV from Avalon's gone, Barnes- whoever you're dealing with she did things quick, and for that license plate you told me, it's a fake," Fuck- I know I should've taken pictures of her before to avoid all of this mess just to look up for her again, not after my failed attempt on a simple internet search on her before," What about the address? is she back yet?" I ask as I try to hold myself back, " Look, Barnes- I don't know if you're drunk and imagining things but no one's name Grace in her too, you sure it's the right address?" Scott says in a rush before I hear a car horn blaring behind him from his line, I sigh a breath out of frustration," I was just there, Scott," I say coolly, retaining my violent thoughts. " Tell you the truth there's just one guy living in that address which I can barely blame him for being pissed of when I knocked at his door at this late," Lang chuckle before he continue," Heading out man, I'm not risking myself for another thief," Scott says before I'm the one hang up the phone without giving another word before I say things I knew I'd regret later. " Shit," I mutter to no one but myself, can't believing how I let things slipped off from me again, I should've had copied the CCTV records before I tailed on that damn car and followed her to her address, worst- I shouldn't have let my anger took over and left her place without having any leverage on her. I rush to the door and grab my keys as I dial down on Spector's number, " I need help," I say in a rush in the same time I pull my car on reverse," 113 4th Ave, Manhattan- That's her address," My car bumper hit a side road just outside the garage sending a jolt which I try to ignore," Weren't you just there?" Spector asks in the same time I stepped on the gas pedal," Yeah but something's up, I just send Lang and somehow he couldn't find shit," I stop short, trying to pressed down my anger as I take the highway road, " And what do you want me to do?" I hear Spector groan as he says it, I grip the steering wheel in one hand and hold the phone closely on the other as I'm trying to come up with a new plan," I think she stashed out her place to sidetrack me from following her, I don't know but seems like she might have paid someone to be a plant for the night," I lets out a deep breath, knowing I can't really get into anything with a heated head, " Get me the landlord, anyone she might rented or bought the place from, I just need her details, Marc," I nod to no one but myself just before I take an exit turn out off Brooklyn," Dude," Spector mutter from his lines before he sigh out a rush of breath," Give me two hours," He continue shortly, " Call me back in thirty minutes," I tell before I hang up and throw the phone to the empty passenger seat, the same one Grace sat on just few hours earlier, I shift my eyes from the seat to fix the visor mirror before it catch my reflection, for once I sigh out of relief because at least I look less exhausted than what I'm feeling- the couple hours of sleep definitely starting to make a show but I know better than wasting my time until I could found the ring. " Damn it, Grace," I mutter to no one but myself in the same time I keep the meters up and rush my way out off Brooklyn Bridge. _______________________
