Page 181 of Unmasked

Was.

King.

All they could do was accept that and figure out a way to orchestrate it to the public. I wasn’t going to break my back to prove anything anymore. They knew evidence existed and where the hell it was. They could come up with whatever story they wanted, so long as they made it happen.

“I have a meeting. I better see something on the news soon.”

The Reeve was already lifting his phone, gesturing to Wallace as they both responded. I took in the Great Hall, keeping my steps fast as I headed for the exit. They were every bit as heavy and menacing as I felt. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone. I hit Lawrence’s number, hanging up at the voicemail that immediately cut on.

Nothing.

His phone was still off.

He didn’t appear to be staying at any of the properties we’d checked so far.

Before I could make it out of the Great Hall, I had to wave away a food tray from a slave who raced forward. I surged into the hall, turning and winding deeper. Bram’s head was peeking out between two guards at the doors of my War Room. It had my brows drawing in. I didn’t wait as I took off running towards him.

“What is it? Did you find her?”

He held the door open for me as I slowed and headed inside.

“Maybe. Luke and Everleigh called early. Come see what you think.”

Nausea twisted my stomach as I moved into a jog, coming to stop before one of the large screen monitors.

“Luke. Everleigh.” They were both on video, their icons small compared to the live footage that was projected. “What did you find?”

Luke waved his hand. “Well, two things, actually. Let’s start with the first. And mind you, this is not current footage. The feed is delayed by half an hour. Maybe longer. It comes in choppy, but what we need is movement. This location in Esher has it.”

My head shook, confused. I stepped in, watching for seconds as I saw nothing. Then, the smallest blur had my lips parting as I moved in closer.

“Someone’s in the window.”

“Yes, now watch as I speed up the feed.”

My heart raced as a brunette man in a gardener’s uniform began to walk through the large front yard, taking in the privacy fence that surrounded the small estate. From the arial shot, I could see another man step from a small shed in the back, wearing the same uniform. But these men did not appear to be gardeners. They were young. Fit. And they were watching everything but the landscaping. The blond-haired man took in the back of the fence, starting to walk the length as he scanned everything.

“They’re doing surveillance.”

“Not just them,” Everleigh said, moving the view out even more. She put the focus on the street.

“Watch the road. The same two cars circle every few minutes. Do you see that white repair van three houses down?”

I nodded eagerly.

“In about fifteen seconds, you’re going to see the car pull up and a man step from the van and talk to the two people in the car. We’ve recorded times. They’re all on a schedule.”

“I’m going.”

Bram’s hand lifted. At my head cocking to the side, he let his palm pulse.

“Wait until you see the next video they have. This place may be a distraction. There’s another.”

A small growl left me.

The video changed, and I took it in. It was of a large manor, and I knew it immediately.

“That’s Rosemoor. They’re not there.”