A road closure.
Any explanation other than the one my heart already knows.
“Did Stefano share his location with you?” Foster asks.
“Yes.”
I open Stefano’s location.
For one terrible second, the map loads too slowly.
Then the small dot appears.
Not moving.
My lungs stop working.
“Maverick?” Foster asks.
I stare at the screen.
The dot sits on a rural stretch of road with no building in sight.
“He’s stopped,” I say.
“How long?”
I tap the location details.
My blood goes cold.
“Forty-nine minutes.”
Luca turns toward me.
His face goes hard.
“Send me the location,” Foster says.
I do.
Less than five seconds later, he curses.
“That road has no businesses. No houses close enough to matter either. There’s a farm farther down, but that’s it. I’m pulling traffic cameras, but there may not be any that far out.”
“Get inside my gates first.”
“I’m coming up the drive now.”
I end the call and turn toward Luca.
“Bring the cars around.”
“Yes,Don.”
I call Spike.
He answers on the first ring.
