I grab my phone and give him an address for the sous chef who didn’t show up last night and then dial Kane. The call goes directly to voicemail. I dial Andrew. “I heard you have another victim,” he answers.

“The sister-in-law. The real Naomi Wells. Same story. Bleeding from her throat. No wedding dress. No blood.”

“What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, Andrew. Right now, Kane is missing and that’s all I can think about. I need you to go to the airport, just you, and use your law enforcement magic to find out if he got on a chopper today and if it landed safely. Don’t give me a hard time. I know something’s wrong. I need you to be my brother right now.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “I’ll go now. Have you pinged his phone?”

“I don’t want law enforcement involved yet and Lucas won’t fucking pick up. He can do it.”

“I’ll call the airport and go by Lucas’s place.”

“Thanks, Andrew.”

We disconnect.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Turns out the sous chef who should have been at our house instead of Fake Naomi lives on the other side of the city. Jay and I make it about ten minutes up the road and we’re already stuck in a traffic jam. I pull my coat on. “I don’t have time for this. I need a chopper back to Long Island tonight. Can you arrange it and tell Kane my plans if you can reach him?”

“Where are you going?”

“I won’t make it back for my meetings if I sit in this nightmare. I’m going to take the subway. I’ll try to go by Kane’s office, but otherwise, I’ll meet you at the airport.”

“What time do you need to leave?”

I glance at my watch, which reads two o’clock, and no wonder I’m starving. “Five. Tell Kane to call me.” I exit the vehicle and start walking, stopping by a street vendor to grab a bag of cashews before I walk the two blocks to the subway entrance.

In the meantime, I dial Tic Tac and update him on the new victim. “I need to know everything you have on Naomi and anyone in her life. And I need to know about her ex who died. See if you can connect him to the Banking the Billionaire game.”

“On it. So far, I haven’t connected Emma directly to the game.”

“What about that batch of throwaway phones?”

“Two of the numbers are registered, but neither has logged on for months,” he says.