“It’s definitely Lassiter.” Angus went through the last week. “Shit.” He dialed HDD and was told that the administrator was on leave. “Nari?” He ran into the bedroom. “Call Quan. I need to know where Opal is.”

Nari sat up, blinking sleepily. She reached for her phone and dialed. “Quan? Where are you?”

Angus grabbed the phone. “Quan? Are you with the administrator? Where are you? She’s in danger.”

The next moment Opal came on the line. “Nari? Hello?”

“Ma’am, this is Angus Force, and you’re in danger. Do you have a detail with you?” he asked.

Opal chuckled. “I’m always in danger, young man. I can assure you that Quan and I are more than safe at my place. You attended the holiday party here, remember? The security is superb.” She chuckled again. “Um, have to go. ’Bye.” She hung up.

“Shit.” Angus looked at Nari. “Stay here with Roscoe. I’ll call it in to HDD, but I need to get to Opal. She’s Lassiter’s next target.” The bastard somehow knew where she was. He ran out of the room, dialing HDD for backup.

“You need me?” Jethro asked.

“No,” Angus said tersely. “All of HDD will descend there before I can even have Brigid trace her location. Protect Nari.” He yanked on a shirt and ran out the door, grabbing his jacket and weapon on the way. He had to get to the woman before Lassiter did. The head of HDD was in danger from a serial killer because of her connection to him.

This was all his fault.

* * *

He’d made the drive in less than an hour.

Angus kept his back to the perfectly manicured hedges, his gun out and his aim steady. The administrator was correct that her security was excellent. It was just unfortunate that it had been turned off—or cut. He had easily scaled the gate and now ran up the long drive toward the luxurious house. Where was everybody?

The place should be crawling with HDD agents. Yet only silence, thick and heavy, surrounded the place, along with the rain. He blinked water out of his eyes and kept running, reaching the side of the house. If Lassiter was around, it’d be better to go in the back.

Angus crouched low and ran along the side of the home, ducking beneath the various windows. It was a gorgeous, Victorian-style house, white with a wide porch in back. He stepped gingerly onto the porch and angled to the first sliding glass door to peer inside. The room appeared to be a guest room, with floral patterns, and appeared untouched. When he looked through the next slider he saw a prone figure on the ground, facedown.