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She nods.
“She was murdered earlier today.”
“You think the flesh traders are involved?”
“I do.”
“Alexis has guards with her,” Tamar assures me. “Giana contacted me earlier. She wondered if I needed her to do anything. She had some downtime because Ms. Clarke had her own security when she left.”
A lot of good security did the Russo girl. “Did she say anything else?”
Tamar shakes her head. “No. But I doubt Will Clarke has fools protecting his daughter.”
Don’t bet on it.
“Francesca Russo was killed along with an experienced guard. These bastards don’t fuck around.”
My eyes and my heart are trained on the screen, studying the small dot as though my life depends on it. In many ways, it does.
Where are you, Lexie? Maybe it’s somewhere totally innocuous, but that’s not what my gut’s telling me.
I go over to the screen on the wall and touch my fingertip to the lit speck, blinking on an image that represents her plane. I touch it gently, like it’s Lexie herself. I’m coming for you, Angel. I’ll find you wherever you are.
When I lift my trembling finger, the tiny dot is no longer blinking. It’s gone. Gone.
“Tamar!”
“I see. We lost her,” she replies, the strain in her voice palpable as she bangs on the keys.
“The satellite or her tracking device?”
“The satellite is still on line. It’s functioning. We lost the tracking device.”
“What about the plane?” I ask, eyes glued to the large monitor. “I don’t see the plane.”
She shakes her head frantically. “It’s gone.”
1
RAFAEL
My phone beeps, and without wasting a single second, I connect the call through satellite Wi-Fi and snarl, “It’s about fucking time.”
“What the hell are you up to, Huntsman?” Will Clarke roars back.
“Have you heard anything from Lexie or the plane in the past ten minutes?”
“None of your goddamn business.”
Like hell it’s not. “Francesca Russo was murdered along with a seasoned guard less than a mile from home.”
Will draws a sharp breath. “Is that so?” In a beat, his tone shifts from outraged daddy to ruthless crime lord. “And you know this how?”
“The prime minister’s assistant contacted me.”
He pauses for what feels like an eternity, the silence screeching loud enough to make my blood curdle.
“The flight attendant who was scheduled to be on Lexie’s flight is dead. Her credentials were used by another woman to board the plane,” he says, finally.
