I want to throw the phone. Want to put my fist through something.
Someone took Vittoria to my warehouse. A warehouse I haven't used in over a year. A warehouse that's still registered under Baganov holdings but sits empty.
Why?
"Do you have cameras there?" Nico asks.
"No." I pull up the property files on my laptop. "It's old. We stopped using it after we bought the facility on Western. No security. No cameras. Just an empty building."
"But it's still yours."
"Yes."
"Who?"
"I don't fucking know." I turn back to the screen. "But I'm going to find out."
Yuri takes a corner too fast. The SUV's tires screech.
"How far?" I ask.
"Fifteen minutes."
Too long. Anything could happen in fifteen minutes.
I pull up my contacts. Call Igor.
"Boss?"
"The warehouse on Kedzie and 47th. Who has access?"
"No one. We haven't used it since?—"
"I know when we stopped using it." I cut him off. "Who has keys?"
A pause. I hear papers rustling. "You. Me. Aleksander. Your father had a set but those are in the estate safe."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Security codes?"
"Changed six months ago when we did the annual rotation. Only you, me, and Aleksander have the new codes."
I close my eyes. Three people. Three people who could access that warehouse.
Me. Igor. Aleksander.
And we didn't take her there.
Which means someone else got in. Someone who shouldn't have access.
"Boss?" Igor's voice pulls me back. "What's going on?"
"Someone's setting me up." I watch the red dot on the screen. Still not moving. "Get me everything on that warehouse. Property records. Security logs. Everything."
"On it."
