Atlas grunted. “Molly said Rex questioned her about Willy’s dealings, asking about meeting points and shit. She also said some shipment weights didn’t add up and when she brought it to Willy’s attention, he did nothing about it.”
“Still, why would that be a motive for him to take her?” Havoc mused aloud.
Rogue shrugged. “It’s all we’ve got to go on.”
“If he thinks she gave information to Rex or that she was snooping around, he might want to just remove the loose end,” Atlas said.
Havoc nodded. “She was taken by his rival and kept for weeks. There’s a possibility you’re right.”
“Then we pay Willy a visit,” Atlas said. “Right fucking now.”
Havoc’s mouth firmed. “I hacked into his office system. Looks like he didn’t go into work today.”
“Well goddamn.” Atlas massaged his temple with the heel of his hand. “What are the odds? He’s got her.”
Rogue nodded. “I agree. We can check his house, but we’re not going to find him there. We need to figure out where else he would’ve gone.”
“How the hell do we do that?” Atlas snapped, fatigue and frustration eroding his patience and ability to think clearly.
Any other mission, any other situation and he’d be able to figure this out. Right now, shit was as clear as mud. Every second that passed could mean death for Molly. They needed to be efficient.
“His workplace,” Rogue said, without missing a beat.
“What do you think we’re going to find at his office?” Atlas asked, bracing his hands on his hips.
“He took her somewhere,” Rogue said. “There’s gotta be a paper trail. An address, a contact. Fuck, I dunno, but I think it’s our best bet.”
“I agree,” Havoc said. “And if we don’t find any leads, we’ll pay visits to his staff. Someone has to know where the hell he would’ve taken her.”
It might be a dead end. But they had to try. Had to keep searching. At some point, something had to give.
Before it was too late.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
“Alarm’s cut,” Havoc announced.
Atlas moved away from Willy’s building and went to the side entrance. Bending, he took out his lockpick set and then worked the tools into the slot. It would’ve been faster to blow off the lock, but once they were inside they needed time to get into the computers and search files.
The lock clicked and he pulled open the door. Rogue, Havoc, and Viper filed inside, and they all climbed the staircase. Atlas and Rogue clicked on their flashlights. Havoc had determined that Willy’s office was on the second floor.
They reached the second story in less than a minute. They didn’t dare turn on lights. Marble floor greeted them outside the stairwell. A set of locked double doors stood between them and the office.
Once again, Atlas picked the lock. This one was much flimsier than the outer lock. He had the door open in half the time. A large stone accent wall was behind the front desk.
Tropical plants flanked the desk, and a sitting area with brown leather furniture and a TV was tucked into the corner. Yellow light from the streetlamps outside streamed through the windows.
Without a word, they passed the reception area and headed down the long corridor lined with offices. The nameplate next to the door at the end read William Dunne.
Atlas checked the door handle—locked.
He had the door open in three seconds.
“I’ve got the filing cabinet,” Viper announced.
“Havoc, you work on getting his computer password,” Rogue ordered.
