“I’m afraid we can’t give out those details unless you have a warrant.”

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and opened a photo of Willow, then shoved it over the desk toward him. “This woman has been abducted, and the police are on their way as we speak. I may not have a warrant, but you can bet your ass they do. If you’ve seen her, and you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell me where to find her.”

The manager grew alarmed. Kade stepped forward, scowling darkly, and the guy held his hands up and stammered a number. He directed the receptionist to give us a key.

“Thank you,” I said crisply. “Let’s go. We don’t have time to waste.”

One of Kade’s men split off to find the emergency exit for Petrov’s apartment while the rest of us took the elevator to the floor directly below Petrov’s apartment, then the stairs to the top.

Kade entered the corridor first, and I took the rear.

Only one man stood guard, although several chairs were clustered nearby, giving the impression he’d recently had company. He dropped to the ground when Kade Tased him. Sean grabbed flexicuffs and secured the man’s wrists and ankles, then withdrew tape from one of his pockets and tore a strip off to cover the man’s mouth. Meanwhile, Kade removed the key from the guard’s pocket and unlocked the apartment door. We entered in single file.

The place was ostentatious as hell.

We shifted through the foyer and into the living area, where we encountered another guard. Sean subdued him while the rest of us moved on. We found another man apparently searching a bedroom off the hall. I grabbed him from behind and clamped a hand over his mouth while Kade tied and gagged him. Then we shut the door to muffle any sounds. Sean rejoined us and took up the rear as we made our way along the corridor.

I glanced down and froze, noticing blood spots on the floor. I touched Kade’s shoulder, gesturing at them. His lips pressed together, but he didn’t say anything.

We followed the droplets until we reached the end of the hall.

Kade and Sean took the room to the left while I, and two other men, took the room to the right.

Petrov stood in the center, his back to us.

The air must have shifted, or perhaps we made a noise, because he spun wildly and raised a gun.

“I’ll shoot,” he cried.

I should have focused on the gun, but a patch of red above his waistband caught my eye. The front of his shirt was drenched with blood.

Holy shit.

Had Willow done that?

“There are three of us and one of you,” I reminded him.

Where is Willow?

The fact Petrov was here led me to believe Willow wasn’t far away. Hopefully, the blood from the hall belonged only to him.

“I’m the one with a gun aimed at your head,” Petrov growled. “I’ve shot men before, and I’m not afraid to shoot you. In fact, I’ll take pleasure in it.”