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The line goes dead.
And my heart stops with it.
I’m already moving.
I turn to Callaghan; he’s outside the boardroom door. ‘Callaghan—the car now!’ My roar echoes off the marble as I tear through the lobby. He’s at my shoulder in a heartbeat. James is hot on our heels.
‘I’m coming with you,’ he says darkly. It’s not up for debate.
The Bentley is waiting at the kerb. I dive into the back, Callaghan slams the door, and starts the engine.
‘Anthony’s building,’ I snap.
My chest is on fire.
My skin itches with panic.
Every second feels like a year.
The city conspires against us. Traffic is thick, crawling. Taillights glow red in endless lines. Then the rain comes—sheets of it hammering down, blurring everything into a smear. Wipers thrash uselessly across the windscreen.
For fuck’s sake.
James says nothing, simply sitting silently beside me. His face is like thunder.
I try Rebekka again. Straight to voicemail. Again. My pulse is a jackhammer.
‘Come on, sweetheart, answer me,’ I mutter, forehead pressed to the cold glass.
I stab another call—Killian this time.
He picks up first ring. ‘I think Rebekka might be in trouble. She went to Anthony’s to pick up her things.’
‘He took an early flight home from London this morning. I’m monitoring his movements.’
‘Where is he now?’
‘According to the CCTV in his building, he’s at home.’
‘Fuck. Can you hack the cameras inside his penthouse?’
‘I’ll do one better. I’m two minutes away.’ His voice is lethal.
‘So are we. Me and James.’ I hang up before I waste breath. Try her number again. And again.
Nothing.
It’s futile, but I need to feel like I’m doing something. Iliterally promised her this morning that I’d never let her down. And I fell at the first fucking hurdle.
The rain is relentless, the traffic unbearable. Every horn, every brake light, every second is a knife to the ribs.
Finally, we reach Anthony’s building. My stomach drops.
And all I can think is—what if I’m already too late?
Chapter Forty-Five
REBEKKA
