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He didn't know where Cooper was.
Cooper's phone was off, and as the minutes ticked into hours, the paranoia in Ant's head only mounted. Dread had settled into his gut the moment he'd pulled in only to notice that Cooper's truck was gone. Ant knew something as wrong, as surely as he knew that he needed to find Cooper, fast.
So Ant fed the dogs, hands shaking, and proceeded to make a lot of very bad decisions, very quickly.
Which was how he found himself outside of Cora Samson's office, shouldering his way past her secretary with a little growl. He pounded on the door, ham fisted and angry-- "Samson," Ant barked. He can hear the secratary behind him, probably calling for security, and aggressively does not give a fuck. If they've killed Cooper, they can do whatever the fuck they want to him.
It doesn't matter. None of it fucking matters, except getting answers.
"Where is my fucking husband, Cora?"
