Vander’s face hardened. Easton’s brother detested violence against women. He’d seen some horrible things during his missions.

“That matches Armand’s MO. He usually threatens the family.”

Easton thrust a hand through his hair. “So, she’s in danger.”

“There’s more.”

Shit. Easton knew he wasn’t going to like this. He rose and looked out the windows at the Transamerica Pyramid and the city below. He was used to being in control. He liked it. Preferred it.

“This morning, Harlow transferred all her savings to her father,” Vander said. “Just over fifty thousand dollars.”

Easton closed his eyes.

He’d thrown himself into business after he’d left the Army. He’d been driven. Needed to find purpose. Something to keep him busy. He’d made a lot of money, and fifty thousand dollars was change to him, but he hadn’t grown up wealthy. Ethan and Clara Norcross had been hard-working people—their dad was a retired firefighter, and their mom a dedicated homemaker. They’d both instilled a strong work ethic into their kids, and the importance of saving money.

Easton knew just how hard Harlow would have worked to save that money.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. He wanted to chew out Charles Carlson. “He tried to buy himself some breathing room.”

Vander nodded. “Armand isn’t known for being magnanimous.”

Easton turned. “So, you do think she’s in danger?”

“It’s a strong possibility.”

“Fuck.”

“I can spread the word that she has our protection.”

Easton gave a sharp nod. “Do it.”

“How much do you think Harlow knows?” Vander asked.

“No idea. I can see her handing over her savings to her father without blinking an eye.”

“I’ll get back to the office. Make some calls.”

“Thanks, Vander.”

His brother grasped Easton’s shoulder. “We’ll take care of your girl.”

“She’s not mine.”

Vander grunted.

“She’s my employee.”

“Temporarily. It’s sticky, but not impossible to navigate. You have a big, cunning brain, bro.”

Easton smiled. “I’m pretty sure there was a compliment in there.”

“Don’t ruin it.”

Easton’s smile dissolved. “The first thing is to get her safe.”

Vander nodded. “Whatever you need, you just let me know.”

“Thanks.” It didn’t matter what they faced, the Norcross siblings stuck together.

Easton strode to the door. He needed to talk with Harlow and get some answers. “If anything else comes up, let me know.”

Vander tossed him a salute. “Will do.”

Easton opened his office door, eager to see Harlow.

Her desk was empty.

His muscles tensed.

He strode out, and saw her computer was asleep. Her desk was neat and tidy as always.

He cursed.

Then he spotted one of the other assistants nearby. “Gina, do you know where Harlow is?” Be in a meeting. Be in a meeting.

Gina froze like a deer in headlights.