Chapter 86 Out Of Control

Chase was at the bar, absently staring at his glass of hard whiskey. He had left the hospital the same day he had regained consciousness, against the advice of the Doctors. And now he had ripped his stitches more times than he could count. Even as he sat here, fists throbbing after a long day of beating suspects to death, his mind could not slow down for a second. Plans, strategies, different specialists he could hire to track Mirabel down, no matter where they took her, they all ping-ponged around his brain in a never-ending loop. He was doing everything in his power, yet it all led to dead ends. He had found the plans she made to run away. He recovered them from her laptop, tracked her scheduled flights —which she obviously missed— down to the Airbnb reservations she had made once her flight touched down. It wasn't a great plan, to be honest, but if she had successfully gone through with it, at least he would know where she was. He would be able to watch her from afar, and kno