He left the room, and I immediately called Joanna, then Kade, and filled them in.

Joanna mentioned the van had been caught on camera earlier today, and I passed the information along to Zeke. Then, I called my lawyer and had him draw up papers for the transfer of the company. If that’s what it took to get Willow back, I’d do it, no questions asked, but we had a little time before midnight, so we might be able to find her first. Willow was smart. She was capable. I needed to trust that she could keep herself alive until we came for her.

Each minute seemed to last an eon.

Finally, Zeke barreled through the door. “King.”

I glanced up and stopped short. His complexion was waxy. “What is it?”

“Two things.” He thrust a laptop at me. “We got access to Petrov’s secure cloud server. There’s some messed-up shit there. I’m not sure he’ll actually let her go, even if you sign over the company.”

I scanned the screen and practically stopped breathing.

Petrov’s cloud database housed hundreds of photos of Willow, taken when she wasn’t looking. Going for a walk. Standing beside her brother at events. Arm in arm with Sage. Lying on her bed, blissfully unaware she was being spied on.

“He’s sick.” I raised my gaze from the screen. “You said two things. What’s the other?”

“I was able to trace the text to a city block near where the van was sighted. Petrov owns an apartment building there. My money says that’s where she is.”

I stared at him. “Why didn’t you lead with that news?” The cell phone buzzed in my hand, and the detective’s name appeared. I shoved it at Zeke. “Tell her about the apartment building. Pass on whatever she says. Kade and I need to go.”

He nodded, his jaw tight. “Kade already has the location. I sent it to him on the way here.”

“Good.” I rushed out, encountering Kade by the door.

“The truck is geared up and ready to go,” he reported. “I’ve got three men to accompany us—all fully armed.”

I hoped it wouldn’t come to a shootout, but I’d be glad for the backup if it did. “Let’s take this motherfucker down.”

Willow

When I woke again, I was still bound to the chair, but the face covering had been removed.

Petrov and I were alone. He stood several feet away, watching me.

I shook my head, hoping to clear it so I could think fast enough to outwit him. That was my best chance of getting out of here alive. I needed to play the game. Make him think he had me where he wanted me.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, lowering my eyes submissively. It took every ounce of my self-control not to glare at him or betray my distaste some other way. Petrov wasn’t stupid, but hopefully he’d buy the act. “I shouldn’t have been so rude earlier.”