Wolfe shook his head, his entire body a long, tense line. “I should’ve been here. I promised to back her up, and I wasn’t there. And somebody took her.” He threw the remote, and it slammed against the wall, sending a picture of a calm, peaceful lake crashing down.

“They were out to dinner,” Angus said, his vision graying. “There was no way to know they’d be taken.”

Wolfe shook his head. “I don’t know which case this is about. Who wanted her and why?” Standing, he dripped more blood onto the sofa, his hands curling into fists and cracking his already damaged knuckles. “Has Nari remembered anything else?”

“No.” Angus swiped both hands down his face. “She’s at the hospital now, and they’re keeping a close eye on the head trauma. She knows her name and so on, but the last week is still a blank.” He’d never forget the sight of her dark hair on that hospital pillow, her long lashes resting on her pale face. “I stopped by there on the way here. The doctor will call me if there’s any change.” He desperately wanted to be there with her, but he had a job to do.

Wolfe looked around the pristine apartment again. “I haven’t found a thing. Not one.”

“That’s okay. I’ve called in an HDD tech, and she’s going through all traffic pictures right now. Let’s work the case from the office.”

“Fine.” Wolfe stormed by him, smelling like blood and gunpowder.

Wonderful. Angus followed him, and the drive back to the office was made in angry silence. Finally, they arrived and made their way down to their floor. Hopefully the tech had found something.

The elevator door opened to the sound of a commotion. A bruised and battered Raider Tanaka was yelling at the purple-haired and furious Agent Frost, while Malcolm and Roscoe watched from a safe distance.

“What the hell is going on here?” Angus bellowed, limping out of the elevator.

Frost pivoted toward him. “This jackass thinks I’m a hacker, which I am not. I’m a techie, and that involves a totally different skill set.”

Raider’s chin lowered, his eyes blazing. “Then be a techie and get me my information. Who took them and where did they go?”

Angus’s temper competed with his sympathy. “Malcolm? You have anything to say?”

The ex-cop, his body tense in case he needed to step in, shook his head. “No update from the hospital. Agent Frost has called friends and connections to use traffic cams, but there aren’t any cameras around the restaurant from which they were taken, so we have no idea what kind of vehicle was used. We don’t even know where to start.”

Agent Frost turned toward Wolfe. “Any type of lead with the reporter’s records? A trail to follow on a story?”