Kenzo's P.O.V.
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"You know who she is?" I asked the P.I.
He shook his head.
"I didn't at the time, but I got her plate number. I had a friend run it as soon as I woke up." He said.
"Well? Who the fu.ck is she?" I seethed.
"Hailey Corden," he said.
Why does that name sound so familiar?
Mack pushed me out of the way to get into the man's face. His eyes are wide, and he looks pis.sed off. Does he know this woman?
"Are you sure about that name?" Mack asked.
"Positive." The P.I. replied.
"Who the hell is she to you?" I asked Mack.
Mack turned to me with wide eyes. He looks pale. As if he'd seen a ghost.
"I was told she would never be let out. I made sure of it myself. How did this happen?" He more of asked himself.
"Mack, who the fu.ck is she?" I asked.
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