Charming Down South

Chapter 19: Searching for Love

NICKS POV.

It's been threes months. threes months since Lacey left again. three months since my heart was wrenched open and wounded, again. three months since my newly built world fell apart.

I stared at the folder in my hands, this was the answer. it has all of her current information.

I set the closed folder on my desk and called Justin.

"Hewo?" I heard Liam's daughter Henley speak through the line.

"Hey baby doll, how's it going?" I asked the sweet little four year old.

"Good, we are over at uncle Justin's house and aunt Tiffy is making me something called a scone."

I chuckled at her excited tone and glanced back down at the folder.

"Well, tell everyone I have news so I'm going to be there in about thirty minutes."

I heard her yell to everyone on the other end of the phone.

"Otay, buh bye." she said and abruptly hung up on me.

I hurriedly put the phone down and got out of my chair. slipping on my suit jacket, I grabbed the file and walked out of my office.

Passing my secretary Deb,
I told her to cancel all of my meetings for today and that she could take the rest of the day off.

She nodded and wished me luck with the situation. Deb was a bit of an older woman, she just turned 52 but she still spits fire and is as tough as nails.

Since my mom died last year, Deb had filled in. Seeing as my father died when I was young.

I waved to her through the glass doors, walking out to my car.

I got in and called Chris up.

"Hello?" My friend sounded as he just got up.

"Get up and get over to Justin's, I have a lead on Lacey."

He dropped the phone on what I assume from the sound was a hardwood floor and it sounded like he followed the device and landed on the floor as well.

"Oh ok bye" he said hurriedly and hung up on me.

"Wow, second time in the last ten minutes." I muttered to myself.

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Lacey Grace Bailey
State of Residence: Texas
Town of Residence: Radiant Springs
Town population: 84
House number: 15
Occupation: Clothing Shop Owner.

I flipped through the following pages that just contained pictures of her walking around town in places, and particularly to a certain house, number 22.

I passed the folder to Justin who then started reading it off to everyone else.

Whipping out my cellular I called my private investigator.

Without waiting for a greeting as the line connected i started talking

"Who lives in house number 22, by the woman I've had you follow."

"Mr. Alec Winters."

Hurt bubbled inside of me, realizing that's who lived there, and how she had been looking so happy when she stood at the front door.

"But sir-"

For once today I was the one to hang up on him.

I slipped on a poker face and tuned into Justin's voice.