His teeth ground hard enough to make his jaw ache.
Then his phone rang. The number for headquarters illuminated the screen. “Yeah?” he answered.
“I’ve got Viv and Gage with me,” Dean said.
“How did they get our door code? Anyone got an answer before I tear this place apart?”
“Ours? As in yours?” Dean asked.
Rhys seethed. “Does that matter?” He tried to pull it together and tipped his head back. “As inwehave three bungalows.”
Rhys paced away from Jules and Abigail and stepped onto the pool deck, letting the sliding glass door separate them. “The door code. How did Chad Montgomery have it?”
“You didn’t ask him for the code, right?” Dean’s keyboard clicked as he spoke.
“No. I didn’t have to. The fucker let himself in. Remember?”
His phone pinged with a text message.
Vivian:Everything good with you? You sound stressed.
His jaw sawed back and forth.
Rhys:A man had his hands around her neck
Rhys:I think I can sound stressed
Vivian:You sound emotional
Rhys:WTF, Viv. I’m pissed. Furious.
“He didn’t haveyourcode,” Dean said. “He used one tied to housekeeping.”
Of course he did.Rhys’s temples pounded. “Let me guess. A hundred people also have it.”
“Not a hundred. But a lot. It changes once a week. So that’s something. Another thing: he didn’t think she’d be in bed. The guy actually thought she was pretending to sleep when he found her.”
“Meaning no one actually had eyes on her,” Gage said.
Dean continued, “We’re still keeping a lid on everything that has happened down there. No one outside of Titan and Jules’s attorneys has the most recent update.”
“All right.”
“Do me a favor and turn off her phone.”
She had a tracker on it. That explained how they knew where they had breakfast and which bungalow she was in. “Give me two minutes and consider it done. What’s the plan to get her out of here, since we’re doing jack shit to—”
“No one’s doing jack shit,” Viv snapped. “Look, is there anything I need to be aware of?”
“Like what?”
“Like the reason you sound like a homicidal asshole instead of a protection detail?” Gage tossed out.
His gaze flicked to the women intently watching him through the sliding glass door. “No.”
“You’re sure?” Gage pushed. “Scar said you haven’t been looking at the gossip blogs and photos, but…”
“But what?” Rhys growled.
