“About twenty minutes ago,” Cash says.
“When did Remy go missing?”
He inhales deeply. “It’s been over an hour.”
“Fuck! If you weren’t my brother?—”
“You’d do to me what I should’ve done to George Quinn when I had the chance. I know.”
I face Terry. “Talk me through what happened. I want to know where the security team was when she disappeared. Then I want the name of every person in the building, starting with the staff.”
“We’re already one step ahead of you.”
Terry explains that while Cash was being interviewed by the police, and Kyle was calling in connections to keep our brother out of jail, a young woman was seen talking to Remy in Cash’s private booth.
“Who was she?” I ask. They’re all sitting around a boardroom table while our biggest lead is out there somewhere.
“We haven’t yet been able to locate her,” Terry says, “and the concierge has no recollection of greeting her in the foyer.”
“People don’t just vanish into thin air. Where was the rest of your team? Where was every other fucker on the mezzanine floor? The bartenders? The steward?”
Terry raises an eyebrow and I stop talking.
“Remy was seen leaving the booth shortly after the conversation took place,” he continues. “The bartender tried to stop her, but she didn’t listen. He said she looked upset.”
I stand up and start pacing. “Upset? What the fuck does that mean? Was she crying? Was she hurt?” My brain is hurtling through every worst-case scenario base without dropping the bat, and I’m afraid of what I’ll find at the finish line. “We need to find this woman. Someone knows who she is. Someone is protecting her, and when I find out who they are…”
“Bash.” Terry jolts me back to reality. “You want to do my job now?”
“No. Sorry.”
He acknowledges my apology with a tilt of his head.
How is Cash so calm? When I look at him, I realize that the question is immaterial. He isn’t calm. He’s beating himself up with a gigantic fucking emotional hammer, powerless to fight it.
“Remy was seen crossing the casino floor to reach the exit.” Terry is still speaking. “We have witnesses who corroboratethe bartender’s statement. She was upset. She didn’t speak to anyone.”
“There are cameras in the foyer.” I’m risking Terry’s anger by stating the obvious, but I won’t forgive myself if I don’t ask. “You’ve checked them? Where was the rest of your team?”
“Bash,” Caleb intervenes. “I understand that you’re worried about Remy, but this isn’t as straightforward as it seems.”
“Remy is missing. The entire security team was dealing with what…? We all stepped in when Victoria and Sienna went missing.”
“There were multiple situations, and the cameras had been tampered with,” Kyle blurts out. “A minute after Cash and Remy arrived at the Titan, the cameras were frozen and replaced with old footage of the same areas to make it appear that they were fully operational.”
“How did that happen?” The accusation is unmistakable. “That’s movie-heist tampering from the last century.”
Cyber security is Kyle’s remit. We’ve had breaches before, it comes with the territory, but the situation has never been life threatening.
This is personal.
Someone entered the Titan, hacked into the computer system, and abducted Remy right under our noses.
“Why Remy?” I’m pacing again.
“I would say that’s obvious,” Kyle deadpans. “You’re both in love with her, and she’s carrying your babies. Two hits for the price of one.”
That lands like a killer punch to the gut, and I grip the back of my seat to keep me upright. “Have you interviewed the guests?”
