I arch a brow, confused.
You must be new here…
“Okay, well, um—looks like they’ve all made deposits this week except for one.”
“Which one is that?”
“The one ending in 7685.”
Nate Taylor’s…“Are you sure about that?”
“Very sure.” She nods, lowering her voice. “But um, between you and me, he’s probably struggling to keep it all together these days. He was beaten so badly that it made the news… We sent him a care package.”
“That’s very nice of you.” I take the sheet back. “Maybe I should do the same.”
I return to the safe deposit room, preparing to take notes, but my phone buzzes. Gunnar.
“Yes?” I answer.
“The power is out at the estate, sir,” he says.
“The backup generator should kick on eventually.”
“It hasn’t.”
“Is my gate open?”
“No, sir.”
“What about the security cameras around the perimeter?”
“They’re not working.”
“Does anyone have eyes on my heart and the nanny?”
“No, sir…” He pauses. “No one has seen them since they returned from the mall this afternoon…”
“How long has the power been out?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“And you’re just now fucking telling me?” I rush to the door. “Get the team over to search the grounds.”
I rush outside and slide behind the wheel of my car, speeding onto the highway.
Memories I’ve locked away since I was fifteen years old suddenly flood my brain—carnage, death, bloodshed—and I refuse to drown in them. I refuse to accept that I’ve put Adeline at risk.
Autumn, too…
If she’s okay—if I find her and she’s fine, she has to return to London after this, no matter how she feels. No matter how much it may hurt.
Until I’m done.
I speed down my driveway and enter the house.
“Adeline?” I call her name.
No answer.