Regina Vale.
No woman had ever flung her heels at him, much less tried to exorcise him in their first meeting.
A low chuckle escaped him.
This Regina had left her groceries and wallet behind while running for her life. He slid the card between his fingers, studying the photo.
The red-haired, blue-eyed creature in the picture with a scowl looked like a corporate bitch. Nothing like the menace who had given him a show in the middle of the road.
While he was admiring the beauty, a car parked beside him.
"Boss!"
Dean, his right-hand man, hastily came over, presenting him with the keys to the replacement car he had brought.
"Sir, we have our men on the culprit's. We will have the infor-"
"Forget it."
"...Sir?" Dean asked confused. His Bos was anything but understanding.
Mikhail pocketed the wallet, grabbing the keys. Once seated, he extended the ID toward him. "Get me everything on this Regina Vale," he said flatly.
