“He said he’s been watching.”
The room goes quiet.
“He knew about Amelia,” I continue. “He knew about Olivia. He knew the estate. The children. The Shadows. He knew enough to threaten the people I keep closest to me.”
“This was personal,” Spike adds. “He wasn’t having you watched. He was watching you himself.”
Foster’s face changes as his mind catches up. “If he was watching you that closely, he had to be local.”
“Palm Springs,” I say.
The words taste like poison.
Victor Dane has been in my city.
Breathing my air.
Watching my family.
Learning our routines.
Possibly standing close enough to see Amelia smile. Close enough to watch Olivia walk through my halls. Close enough to know when my brother left the estate with them.
My hands curl into fists.
Stefano’s blood is dried beneath my nails.
“Find him,” I order.
Foster drops into one of the waiting room chairs and focuses on his phone. “Hotels. Rentals. Short-term leases. Private properties. Shell companies connected to Victor Dane, Mark Dane, Riverfront Shipping, anyone tied to the Ohio operation.”
“Airbnbs,” Spike adds. “Vacation houses. Desert properties. Anything isolated.”
“Already searching.”
“Look for cash payments,” I say. “Long-term rentals under false names. Men traveling alone. Men who requested privacy. Properties with garages. Places close enough to watch my estate but far enough to avoid my cameras.”
Foster nods without looking up. “Got it.”
He leans closer to the screen. “I’ve got something.”
“What?”
“There’s a private rental outside Palm Springs. Paid six months in advance through a shell company connected to one of Victor’s businesses.”
“Address.”
“Property is owned by a holding company based in Nevada. No listed tenant. Utilities turned on thirteen months ago.”
Over a year ago.
Victor’s voice moves through my head.
I’ve been watching you.
My vision narrows.
“Where?”
