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He huffed out a sigh as he dumped the phone on the desk and glanced at Mike. “Sorry. Sierra is…I don’t know what they’re doing, but I need to find out. Give me a second to call Max.”

Mike nodded as he eased into one of the chairs across from Grant.

“Make yourself a drink if you’d like,” Grant said as he pressed his phone to his ear.

The line trilled three times before Max answered.

“Well?” he demanded the moment the man answered.

“I’m trying, sir, but…”

“But what?” Grant barked. “You’re telling me you haven’t found them?”

“I can’t find the phones.”

“Unbelievable. Max, find them. If you don’t, you can clean out your things because you’re fired.”

“I’m doing my be–”

Grant ended the call before the man finished his sentence as frustration tensed his muscles. What was going on that Maxcouldn’t trace their phones? It made him nervous. Where were they? And what did Alex Stone have to do with it?

He had half a mind to call the man, but he was certain, despite coming highly recommended, his security team wouldn’t be able to find the phone number to get a hold of him.

“Anything I can help with?” Mike asked.

Grant huffed out a breath as he collapsed into his chair. “My daughter and my wife are running around in some abandoned warehouse and my head of personal security can’t find them.”

“He’s not tracking their phones?” Mike asked, his brow furrowing.

“He can’t. He says something is blocking him.”

Mike frowned at the statement. “Mind if I take a crack at it, sir?”

“Please do,” Grant said.

Mike rose from the chair, pointing at the monitor on Grant’s desk. “Do you mind?”

Grant pushed away from the desk, motioning for the man to access the terminal. He leaned forward, his fingers tapping the keys as he logged into his account. He navigated to a program on his desktop and opened it.

“Mrs. Harrington’s number?”

Grant passed it along, and Mike keyed it in before he pressed enter. A colorful circle spun around before a box popped up on the screen reading DEVICE NOT FOUND.

Mike’s forehead creased. “Your daughter’s number?”

Grant gave it to him.

Mike repeated the process with the same results. “Both devices are on and active, correct?”

“I just texted Sierra. Unless she turned her phone off right after, it should be on.”

Mike frowned at the computer screen, leaning closer and typing a few commands. He shook his head, trying another set. None of them resulted in any information on the phones.

“That’s odd,” Mike said.

“What is it?”

“It’s like their signals are being hidden. I tried to grab a last location, but it’s sending me on a wild goose chase.”