Fury raged in my veins. It pissed me off that the cops couldn’t do anything about a woman being stalked. A good portion of our clientele were stalking victims whom the police couldn’t legally protect. It made me sick. But stalking was a far cry from the transactional nature of the crimes from last night and this morning. Those were about money. This was not. While it would be too coincidental for them to be happening at the same time, I wasn’t sure how they might have been related.

“Thanks for telling me.” It took every bit of willpower to sound calm. “Do you have any idea who Tom might owe money to?”

“No.” She curled up smaller. “I wasn’t even certain he did until yesterday, although I had a pretty strong suspicion.”

Someone banged on the door, and she flinched. Then, as if noticing our position, she scrambled off my lap and wrapped the blanket around herself like a shield.

“King? It’s Kade. You in there?”

I went to the door and undid both locks to let him in. “Thanks for coming.”

“No problem.” He glanced over my shoulder at Willow, who was pale but had stopped trembling. “How are you doing, Willow?” His voice was gentle, as though she were a frightened animal.

“Okay,” she replied. “All things considered.”

“Good.” He stepped into the room, and Zeke appeared behind him, clad in a leather jacket and black jeans. Zeke’s eyes flicked from me to Willow, then narrowed. He’d read the undercurrent of tension between us. “Is there anything I can get for you?” Kade asked. “A hot drink maybe?”

Her lips curved. If I weren’t finely attuned to her, I might have missed it. Damn, why hadn’t I thought of that?

“A coffee would be wonderful, thanks.”

“I’m on it.” Kade bustled back through the doorway, presumably going to the in-house café.

“We should head up to the office,” Zeke said. “I assume that’s where the police will go.”

“Most likely.” I hadn’t told my Chicago PD contact about our safe rooms. There were some things I liked to keep quiet. “You’re right. We should go.” The threat had passed, and now that all three of us were here, an enemy would have had to be insane to try their luck at abducting her. I turned to Willow. “Bring the blanket. I’ll restock later.”

She flashed that almost-smile again.

We walked in a convoy to the elevator and rode it up. I led the group onto our floor and looked around before sending a message to Kade to let him know where we were.

“We can use my office,” I said.

Zeke nodded. “You take her there. I’m going to grab my laptop and pull up the roadside security footage.”

Our company oversaw security for the entire building, which meant we had cameras everywhere.

He broke away from us, and I dropped into step beside Willow. “Do you need anything to eat? The police will want to take a statement, and you might be busy for a while after they arrive.”