Hearing Garret's report, Herbert's expression darkened into something dangerous.
Don't know how he got out? He's just gone? He shot Garret a lethal glare, and Garret smartly lowered his gaze.
Starla was hyperventilating with rage. "How is that even possible? We had the entire city locked down tight!"
If a lockdown of that magnitude could be breached, what was the point?
Garret remained silent.
Starla and Herbert exchanged a look. Herbert pulled out his phone and dialed Rudolf. He ordered him to track Fairfax down instantly, and if he couldn't find him, he needed to know exactly how he slipped through the net.
Neither of them could quite believe Fairfax had actually managed to escape.
Herbert hung up.
Starla was pacing, fuming. "What is he playing at? Did he run? Or did he just drop dead somewhere?"
'Ran away.' 'Dead.' The words tasted like ash in her mouth. Honestly, if given the choice, she'd prefer he was dead.
No one had anticipated this move. Fairfax had been the one relentlessly pushing to sever ties with her for months. Now, when she had finally taken everything he had to give, he decided not to sign the papers? It was the ultimate, sickening power play.
It was deeply unsettling.
Herbert reached out and gently squeezed her hand. "Don't stress. I'll have my men drag him back by his neck to sign those papers."
Starla glanced at him. Given their history, Herbert's promise to capture her husband so she could divorce him felt bizarrely intimate. But she didn't have the mental bandwidth to dwell on it. The thought of Fairfax slipping through her fingers was driving her insane.
...
Rudolf worked incredibly fast.
While Garret was highly skilled, Rudolf had the full weight of the Farley intelligence network behind him.
Within the hour, Rudolf called Herbert back. "Sir, it's confirmed. Fairfax Yelchin has left Marina City."

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