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Welcome back for the thirteenth installment of the Jill Hunter Short Story Series.

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The Disappearance: A Jill Hunter Short #13

When Jill Hunter’s partner Rory disappears without a trace after a stupid fight, she is left heart broken.

She is considering leaving town and starting over somewhere new when she receives a phone call that changes everything. The stranger on the phone line tells her that Rory is in grave danger. The caller hangs up before Jill can find out any further details.

Jill must find out where he is and what is happening to him before it’s too late to save him and their relationship.

Jill races to find Rory, but with so little to go on, she starts to lose hope. Will she find her man in time to save him?

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ISBN: 9781386233541
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The Disappearance is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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I SAT ON THE COUCH in the living room, staring straight ahead of myself but not really seeing anything.

Rory was gone. He had left me. I’d been through anger, and utter heartbreak, now I just felt empty.

I’d been angry – Rory had promised he’d never leave. He’d always been the one who said we could get through anything, as long as we were together. It had just been words, empty words at that. Maybe he’d once believed it?

I was upset because I still believed it. Even now, with him gone, a part of me still thought we could face anything. Sometimes we need that denial to face another day.

I thought maybe I was trying to hit all of the stages of grief because, at the risk of sounding like a total drama queen, it felt like a loss. I wasn’t expecting to hit acceptance anytime soon.

Rory and I had had a stupid fight. It started over who had left the milk out of the fridge. I mean who splits up over that? I guess it was a case of that just being the catalyst, the excuse Rory was looking for.

There was still a part of me that couldn’t believe that. We’d been happy; I knew we had. I was still at a loss for what had gone wrong.

I’d come home from work the day of the fight expecting us to laugh about the stupid fight. I half expected Rory to have more milk with a bow or something; it was the sort of thing he’d do. Then we both would have laughed, and it would all have been ok again.

But I had returned home, and he hadn’t been there. I figured he was working later than he’d expected. As a freelance computer programing specialist and sometimes a hacker, his days were as unpredictable as mine.

It had been after midnight before I started to worry, especially when he didn’t return my calls or texts. I’d actually went and checked his wardrobe to see if he’d left. Of course, his clothes were all still there; all of his possessions were still there. I’d laughed at my own paranoia.

I’d gone to bed planning to read until he returned. I must have fallen asleep. I’d woken up the next morning, and he still wasn’t there. That was two days