Millie was escorted out in broad daylight, panic written all over her face. Her first thought was whether her escapades abroad had been unearthed.

Yet, facing the shocked and questioning gazes around her, she managed a smile and said with composure, "Must be some mix-up, I guess? I'll go see what's up." Her three roommates exchanged bewildered looks, ultimately watching helplessly as she was led away.

"What's going on? I'm freaking out here..."

"Something's not right, huh?"

"What do we do now? Should we call her folks?"

"Do you have her parents' number?"

The roommate shook her head.

Then, it hit her. There was this time when Murray had dropped Millie off at the dorm, and he'd handed them his business card, which should have his number.

With that thought, she dashed back to the dorm, rummaged for the card, and dialed the number.

meeting and was about to

phones, and only a select few had this number. Despite not recognizing the caller ID,

check on her at the station?" Murray frowned, absorbing the

grabbed his jacket and headed downstairs where his driver had the car door open. Slipping into the backseat, he instructed, "To the police station,

to be a

found his assistant's contact: "Millie's been taken to the station. Dig

...

out just as the veteran cop predicted: the incident happened abroad, and pursuing it was practically

until she heard she could leave.

was a tall figure, phone in hand idly flipping it. If not Murray, who else could it be?

came

froze under his icy stare, her smile awkwardly hanging, making her look like a clown. Murray straightened up and approached her. "Was that mess in the

for his hand, fear evident. "Babe, it's not what you think, let me explain-" Murray coldly withdrew his hand,

called just

at the station. Listening. to in the car,

details in the

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