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My breath caught as I saw the replay, blood draining from my face.
Mylee strolled unassumingly across a hotel lobby in a white pantsuit, her hair swept into a formal bun. As she walked, laptop bag in hand, a figure in black jumped into the shot, throwing a potato sack over her head and dragging her off-screen.
Over and over, the clip played, and my jaw hit the ground.
“Where was this? Why didn’t anyone do anything?!” I choked, my knees wobbling as I stared at the unbelievable posting.
“They think it’s a prank!” Paxton panted. “That’s fucking Richard Crossman! I’m sure of it!”
I stared at the assailant, trying to gauge his height and weight, but it all happened so quickly on screen, it was impossible to be sure.
“Which way did they go? There has to be cameras! Security!”
“You have to track her phone,” Lincoln told me tersely. “Her laptop was in her hand. What can you do, Kai?”
“Get on the phone with your contacts at the police and FBI!” I barked, spinning around toward the elevators again. “Make sure they know this isn’t a fucking publicity stunt!”
* * *
I retreated to the IT floor to work. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Mylee’s phone was off. Richard would know enough about tech to know to either get rid of the phone or discard it entirely.
What he might not have known was that every Silverpiece issued laptop had an encrypted tracker that was not so easily discarded. That was information that only a selected few Silverpiece employees had access to.
“I found it!” I yelled, rushing back into Lincoln’s office.
Special Agent Mike Sloan sat next to his latest partner, a petite brunette who already looked like she’d had enough of his personality. Lincoln had already managed to round up his contacts in the hour since I’d been working.
“What have I told you about letting us do our job, Kai?” Mike asked, wagging a finger at me condescendingly. “You know how much I hate it when you big corps get involved with police work.”
“I don’t see you doing any police work,” Paxton barked, joining my side to peer at my findings. “Where is she?”
“Fire up the jet. I’ve got a location on the laptop.”
“Hey, hey!” the agent growled. “You can’t just—”
The three of us ignored him and hurried out of the office, leaving the FBI alone in Lincoln’s space, but Mike Sloan was behind us.
“You’re going to need someone to make an arrest if you find your kidnapper!” he yelled out after us. “You might want to let us tag along.”
“I hate this fucking guy,” Paxton hissed at Lincoln as we slowed down to let them catch up. “Why do you always use him?”
“He was the first one available… and this is Chicago,” Lincoln sighed. “Better options in New York.”
“I heard that,” Mike grumbled. “You hear how they talk about us, Lee?”
“I wasn’t taking about Special Agent Lee,” Lincoln reassured him, regaining his pace. He turned to me. “Reno, I assume?”
“Just outside, in the desert.” I stared balefully at Sloan. “You might want to call in backup for this. He’s tried to kill her before.”
Sloan appeared startled by this revelation. “Why didn’t anyone tell us before?”
“Maybe because they’re advertising this as a publicity stunt, and no one is taking it seriously?” Special Agent Lee offered tartly.
If I wasn’t so stressed out, I would have smiled at her.
“The plane will be ready in fifteen,” Lincoln informed us.
* * *
