“We should start with your father,” Dylan said. “They’re going to want a clean sweep. They think we’re all dead and that only leaves Rome—and Richard, but I doubt he’s still alive.”
Getting to my father in general was not easy. He was rarely at home, his suspicious nature caused him to trust very few people, including his wife. He had multiple safe houses and secret properties, and he never spent more than a few days at any of them. But there was one secret I knew, the very reason he’d decided to step down early and let me take a proxy position on the board—he had a serious girlfriend. One he cared about. One that wasn’t just a fuck and leave. One that was taking up a lot of his time and he wanted to focus on her. I’d never seen him like that before and it had made him just a little bit lax in his security.
I just had to find the girlfriend.
My phone was up and to my ear in a flash as I dialed our contact in the police department. He answered in two rings. “Beck?”
“I need you to find someone.”
He didn’t fuck around. He got right to business. “Yep, ready.”
I told him her name and the basic details I knew about her. She was a tiny, blonde- haired, blue-eyed woman, only twenty-five, and I was pretty sure she was a gymnast. My father thought he loved her, but no doubt he mostly loved her ability to put her foot over her head all the while sucking his dick.
“Give me five minutes.”
I hung up the phone, and turned to the left, finding the closest car to steal. It took us about thirty seconds to get in and get her started, and then we were moving along the street, lights off.
When my phone rang, I answered it before the second buzz. “Yep.”
“She was not exactly easy to find,” he said quickly. “I had to search multiple databases, and she was only triggered in one. A national gymnastics league.”
Dad probably didn’t think that was worth hiding. Arrogant asshole.
I hit the speaker so Dylan and I could both hear. “Her place is in Jersey.”Fuck.He quickly rattled off the address, and I hung up.
“They won’t go to Jersey with everything happening. Chances are they’ve already sent someone to kill him anyway,” I said before slamming my hand into the steering wheel. “Motherfucker!”
“Then let’s check out Graeme’s place,” Dylan suggested.
I nodded, already swinging the wheel around and planting my foot. Times like these, I missed my Bugatti and her power.
Graeme’s place looked abandoned when we got there, and even after smashing the door down and storming inside, there was not a single sign of life. Dylan and I checked every room, the basement, and the rest of the property. My phone started to ring after we’d finished, and I glanced down to find it was Jarrod Wells, Riley’s lawyer.
I silenced it because, right now, I had to focus on finding my girl. I did not have time to worry about the video footage.
Only he rang again, and again, and again, and as I jumped back into the stolen car, grim-faced Dylan at my side, I finally snapped.
“What?” I growled. “I’m fucking busy.”
“The footage is on the news channels,” he said quickly. “The police are using it to flush them out, but I wanted you to know because this is going to make them desperate and scared. They’ll be more dangerous.”
My blood went cold, and I tried to count my breaths so that I didn’t drive to New York and kill the lawyer. “They have Riley,” I bit out each word. “You’ve just put a fucking death sentence on her head.”
Catherine had no incentive to keep her alive, not when she was clearly going to jail no matter what happened. “Find me something,” I said to Wells. “Find something that gives me an idea where to look for her. Graeme Huntley is a good place to start.”
Dylan was already on the phone with every fucking contact we had, and I followed suit, both of us calling in the troops, while at the same time, checking every Delta safe house and any other Huntley properties we knew of. There was no one at any of them.
When Wells phoned me back, forty minutes later, I was just leaving our last possible location. “Give me something,” I said as soon as I answered.
“Graeme Huntley purchased a property under one of his shell companies. Well, it’s actually a shell of a shell of another entity, all hidden under a trust. But I fucking found it.”
He sounded both proud and exhausted, like he’d been hunting down leads as hard as us. “If this pays off, you’re getting the hugest fucking bonus,” I told him.
Wells chuckled. “Just find her alive. Delta has already destroyed too many lives.”
He then gave us an address.
A familiar address. Graeme’s place was just up the road from our apartment building. One of the newest builds, I didn’t think it was finished construction yet. Graeme must have somehow gotten them to fit out one of the apartments, but leave the others unfinished, to hide his safehouse.
