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He could hear Lance typing. “Sure enough, she got on a private jet from one of your subsidiaries as a matter of fact.”

Memphis closed his eyes. He hadn’t shut down Jeremy’s access fast enough.

“OK. Now I need you to track a number for me and tell me if it’s in anyway attached to my attorney." He spelled Jeremy’s full name and waited for Lance to respond.

“OK that one might take me a little longer to dig through, but I’ll run the search in the background. What else you got?”

Memphis’ hands trembled as he thought about Rylee being in danger. “I need you to track the GPS on one of my SUVs.”

He tapped on the keys with trembling hands until he pulled up the company vehicle database and found the SUV that had pulled out of the garage just moments earlier.

“What is all this about?” Lance said after Memphis gave him the VIN on the car.

Memphis stood and exited the booth so the attendant could return to work.

“It’s honestly such a long story. But I’m afraid my girl has been taken against her will by someone trying to get to me. I don’t know what Carla has to do with it all just yet, but my gut says she’s in trouble too.”

He pulled out a set of keys and walked to one of his personal cars. When he was inside, he rested his head against the steering wheel while he waited for Lance to give him something.

“Found the SUV. It looks like it’s sitting in traffic. But I think your gut was right about Carla. I hacked into the system’s GPS history, and it looks like it was at the airfield where the private jet landed a little while ago.”

“Fuck,” Memphis bit out. “I have so many god damned questions and not enough time to answer them.”

“Do you think it’s connected to Andrew?” Lance asked.

“I honestly don’t know. I feel like I’m being blindsided from every angle and I don’t even know how to begin to untangle it.”

Lance hummed as his fingers continued to race across his keys.

“You should talk to Garrett. He had a lot of internal issues and the outside company he hired to do a company-wide audit did a really good job from what I understand.”

“After we find Rylee,” Memphis said.

“I’m working on pinpointing her phone now.”

They were both quiet while Lance worked and two minutes later, he said, “Bingo. She’s in the same spot as the SUV. That’s definitely her. How do you want to handle this?”

Memphis dragged a hand through his hair and started the car. "Send the coordinates to me I’m going to get her.”

Lance whistled. “I think that’s a bad idea, man. You should let the police handle this. You just barely escaped jail once already. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Memphis raced toward the garage exit and the attendant raised the gate without question.

“You can call the police if you want, but if I get there first, I’m going to pull her out of there and if Jeremy is in the car, I’m going to fucking throw him into traffic.”

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“You should never have agreed to his stupid fucking bet,” Jeremy ranted as the SUV rolled through the streets of Phoenix.

Rylee knew something wasn’t right as soon as they got the parking garage and Memphis wasn’t there. The knot of fear in her stomach had grown larger when she was greeted by Jeremy and Carla in the SUV. Carla’s face was streaked with tears as she sat in the backseat shaking.

Rylee wrapped an arm around her as the SUV pulled out of the parking garage and listened to Jeremy rage about how she was fucking up everything he’d worked for in the last decade. He was sounding unhinged and that didn’t bode well especially since she happened to know the man driving was armed. She could only assume he was working with Jeremy.

“What exactly did I ruin?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even despite the fear that had her insides shaking.

“You gave him something else to focus on. Something else to be excited about. I was this close to putting him and Andrew in prison and then I could take over the Foster empire.”

“What is Carla doing here?”

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