I pull out my phone to call Brennan. Even though it’s the middle of the night, he still answers after the first ring.
“Is this a booty call?—”
“Riley’s missing, and Ronan’s security are dead.”
“What the fuck?—”
“All the cameras were hit, but I need whatever footage exists up until they were disabled.” I move toward the lawn.
There’s silence on the line for a second, then the faint clack of keys.
“Give me a second.”
While I wait, I survey the scene before me.
Each of the bodies lies where they fell, so there was no obvious fight.
I crouch beside one of the men and check the angle of entry before glancing toward the edge of the property, trying to determine the position of the weapon.
This wasn’t a sloppy hit. It was planned.
“Anything?”
“It’s hard to make out faces,” Brennan mutters. “They’re all wearing hoodies and masks, but they sure as hell moved in a tight unit.”
“I need you to pull feeds from the last twenty minutes before the recorder died. And get me anything off-site, traffic cameras, CCTV footage, the works. And call Jace. He’s meant to be keeping an eye on Oscar tonight, but pull him onto this and get him running plates. I need leads, Brennan.”
“Already on it.”
The line goes dead, and I tuck my phone away as I keep moving across the lawn, searching for anything the cameras might have missed. A dropped glove, a boot print, or a torn edge of fabric on the fence.
But I come up short.
I can feel the edges of the panic start to sneak in, but I can’t let myself give in to it. Not yet. I can’t afford to lose my focus so early on when there is still a high chance that nothing has happened to Riley, or rather, not yet.
Ronan approaches, but I don’t turn to face him because I can’t seem to steal my eyes away from the barbed wire along the edge of the fence.
There’s something I’m missing.
“Find anything?” Ronan asks.
“The cameras are out, but Brennan is looking into surrounding CCTV footage.”
“Hopefully, that will help give us an idea of who’s behind this.”
I almost laugh at the absurdity of his words. “You’re kidding ,right? This has Sean written all over it.”
“That’s impossible.”
I scoff, running a hand over my face. “Unbelievable. How can you be so blind? Riley is fuckingmissing?—”
“I am aware of that, Kieran. But I have men watching Sean. They would have alerted me if he was on the move.”
“Call your men.”
Ronan pulls out his phone and starts working through his contacts.
After each unanswered call, the more color drains from his face.
