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“Well, hello to you, too, shithead. Do you realize how exhausted I am? I hate these late-night meetings.”
“Get in the fucking car. We have a situation.” The glare he shot me made it seem like life and death.
What could have happened in the last hour?
I pulled out my phone and saw thirty or so texts and six missed calls. I shook my head.
What the hell could have happened between the start of the meeting and three in the morning?
“They took our phones. You know how shit works with them. I got it back as I stepped out the door.”
“Are you going to stand there, or are we heading to the house?”
Sliding into the passenger seat, I said, “Give me the details and cut the dramatics.”
“Andraius is missing, and no one knows where the fuck he went. Is that dramatic enough for you?”
“Who was on him?” My pulse hammered into my chest.
“Mason and Josh. They said he never left his suite, but when they went inside to check on him, he wasn’t there.”
“Where’s Nerine? Do we have anyone on her?”
“According to our team, she said she had a headache and wanted to go to bed after a shower. They heard her shower go on about an hour ago and then silence. As far as they know, she hasn’t left.”
“That means nothing.”
“She knows better than to use the passages with everything going on.”
“Does she? The is Nerine we’re discussing.” A thought crossed my mind that had my stomach churning. “He found the passageways. That’s the only escape route out of that room.”
Xander gunned the engine and dialed a number on his console. “Check every nook and cranny of the house.”
“What about Mrs. Angelos? Do we wake her?”
Xander glanced at me. “No. We’re almost there.”
About ten minutes later, Stefano, Clay, and a group of our men met us as we pulled into the driveway of the Angelos mansion.
The expressions on each of their faces told me I wouldn’t like whatever they had to say.
Clay approached. “You have to come with us.”
“Nerine?”
“No. It’s Andraius,” Stefano answered.
I cocked my head to the side. “Explain.”
Clay and Stefano exchanged glances. “He’s dead. Murdered.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” Xander rushed into the house, not knowing where to go.
I followed after him as Clay called, “In the library.”
A group of men stood at the room’s archway, no one entering, as if afraid to step inside.
Xander pushed past them and surveyed the entire space. I approached Andraius’s body. He was sprawled on his stomach, face to the side, eyes wide open, blood pooling like a river around his body.
