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“One of our members has gone missing,” she said.
“Have you called the police?”
Juliette grimaced. “I should have been more precise. One of our members was kidnapped off the street. She was seen being dragged into a van, a hood pulled over her head.”
Marek sat up a bit straighter. “Who saw?”
Juliette turned just her head to look at Devon. Ah, perhaps that explained some of the other man’s tension—he blamed himself for not being able to prevent this kidnapping.
“You need my help locating her?” Marek was surprised. According to his mother, and the few whispers he’d heard, the Trinity Masters had more than enough power and resources to hunt down a kidnapper.
“We have looked. A top security firm has a team searching for her.” Juliette’s expression was carefully neutral. “Her home, and the home she grew up in, they’re both being monitored. There haven’t been any ransom calls, nor any sign of her.”
Juliette looked up, met his eyes, and for the first time Marek saw not a pretty young blonde, but the monarch and commander of the Trinity Masters. There was presence to her, as if she wore the might of the Trinity Masters like an invisible cloak.
“If she is within my borders,” there was a slight emphasis on the word “my” that Marek noted, “then we will find her. But I fear she is not anywhere in the United States. Based on what little we were able to learn about you, it seems you’ve worked all over the world.”
He inclined his head. “I have had wonderful opportunities to travel and learn languages.”
“There was a private plane that left a small airport here in Boston forty-five minutes after she was kidnapped. It was traveling south to the Cayman Islands. According to its flight records it stayed there, but we were able to acquire some information that put the tail numbers of that plane at a small regional airport in Leeds about the same time it was set to land in the Caymans.”
“You’d like me to look for her in England.”
Juliette nodded.
“Have you spoken to anyone in the Admiralty?”
Juliette was very still. She shook her head once.
Hmmm.
This job was simpler than many others he’d taken on, but he also knew that there were very few people the Grand Master would have been able to turn to.
Protect those who can’t protect themselves.
That was the motto he’d lived his life by. He was privileged, with skills and resources few others had, so he did what his grandmother had charged him to do—protect.
“I will help you, Grand Master.” He inclined his head respectfully, showing her the deference she was due.
When he looked up her face hadn’t changed, but the tension was gone from her neck and shoulders. “Thank you, Mr. Lee.”
“Who do you need me to find?”
She turned and motioned to Devon, who came stalking back. Juliette held out her hand. Devon withdrew papers from his breast pocket and passed them to her. She in turn slid them across the table to Marek.
He unfolded the papers. The top sheet was a photo of a beautiful dark-haired woman.
“Rose Hancock,” Juliette said as he looked at the paper. “Find her. Bring her back to Boston.”
The remaining pages were a list of times and known locations, pictures of a small Cessna, and blurry surveillance shots of two people boarding a plane. Both wore hooded coats, one person shorter than the other, with a slender stature. The bulky jackets were identical, and concealing enough that the short figure could be either a woman or a slim man.
Marek looked up, then nodded. “I’ll save her.”
Devon’s face blanked and he turned away once more.
Juliette smiled sadly. “Save her. Yes, please save her.”
