I dial the airport in the Hamptons. “This is Special Agent Lilah Love. I need to know if Kane Mendez boarded his flight this morning.”

The woman on the other end of the line says, “I’m not sure I can release that information. Hold on.” There is silence and then she’s back. “I’m sorry. I’d need a warrant to give you that information.”

She’s right, of course. She’s following the proper rules, damn her. I hang up and dial Tabitha, the wicked witch, Kane’s secretary in the Hamptons. “Lilah,” she greets, sounding like she has a stick up her ass. She doesn’t like me. I dislike her and her fake boobs even more, probably because she wants to rub them all over Kane. Not that I’m jealous. I’m not. Kane doesn’t want her and I’m fairly sure he has something on her, thus why he trusts her. Just another line item on the list of things I need to know.

“I need to speak to Kane,” I tell her.

“He’s in New York City today,” she replies. “I thought you both were.”

“I need you to locate him now.”

“Well, if you don’t know, I don’t know if I can—”

“Do it,” I bite out, “or I swear I will come there, pull your ass into the station, and lock you up for the rest of your fucking life.”

“You can’t—”

“Try me,” I dare. “Do it now, and if something happens to him before you call me back, Lord help you.”

I hang up and my fingers curl into my palms. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I exit the airport to find Jay standing next to yet another Escalade. Jesus. What is it with that vehicle? Who decided that terrorists and criminals take one look at a black four-door box and quiver in their shoes? Apparently, the greatest snake-oil salesman on planet Earth.

Heading in Jay’s direction, the cold wind whips around me with blistering impact, but I tune it out, with only one thing on my mind: Kane.

I stop close enough to Jay to speak for his ears only, not that anyone else is out in this cold-ass day. “Kane never made it to the office,” I say. “He’s not answering my calls or text messages. Call whoever you have to call inside his security team and make sure he’s safe.”

He curses in Spanish and reaches for his phone, not the reaction I’d hoped for. I’d hoped to be angry because Jay knew something I didn’t. I could live with kicking Kane’s ass. He’d live, too, but just barely. The idea that none of us know where he’s at rattles me. I don’t get rattled.