Page 113 of Cozen

Sargon lifted a brow high. “There was nothing to call about, boss.”

“Nothing at all?”

For a brief moment, Sargon wondered if he had just walked into the lion’s den without even knowing it. Had someone seen his moment with Cozen at the restaurant earlier, and reported back to Jett? Had he been so distracted that he put both of their lives in danger for nothing more than a kiss in the shadows?

“Nothing,” Sargon murmured. “I babysat as I always do, and once she was at home, I was off duty. As has been the—”

“She’s gone,” Jett interjected sharply.

Sargon blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“Cozen. She’s left the city.”

No, that wasn’t right.

“I followed her home,” Sargon said. “She went into her building. I waited a while, and when she didn’t come out like usual, I left. She’s—”

“She must have taken off after, then.”

“How do you know she’s gone from the city?”

“Her manager called me. I pay the man to keep me in the loop about her on things that you might not know.”

Well … fuck.

That was good information to know now.

Sargon tucked it away.

“And what did he have to say?” Sargon asked.

“She called in shortly after leaving work to say an emergency came up out of state, and she had to handle it. She wouldn’t be back to work for a while—he gave her the time off.”

Sargon nodded. “So, she’ll be back.”

“Will she?”

A wildness stared back from Jett.

The man was obsessed.

Sargon could see it.

Cozen had no idea what she caused—no clue of how much danger she was likely in all because Jett Griffin suddenly decided that Cozen was his to have.

“I want you to find her,” Jett said, “and report back to me on what she is doing. You’re the one with the information about her. You got all that, right? So, go and find her now. California, I imagine. That’s where she comes from. Do not contact me unless you have something usable.”

Sargon cleared his throat. “I—”

“Go!”

Spinning on his heel, Sargon got the hell out of Jett’s mansion as fast as he fucking could. His first order of business once he got to the hotel room he had been calling home for several months should have been to open up the folder on Cozen, and make a few calls. Maybe even book a plane ticket to follow her.

Instead, Sargon turned off his phone, and went to bed. Jett was clear—he only wanted a call if Sargon had anything to report.

Well, there would be nothing.

He didn’t follow her.