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“It’s a story that’s too long to tell right now. But I’m afraid my girl has been taken against her will by someone trying to get to me. I don’t know what Carla has to do with it all just yet, but my gut says she’s in trouble, too.”

He pulled out a set of keys and walked to one of his personal cars. When he was inside, he rested his head against the steering wheel while he waited for Lance to give him something.

“Found the SUV. It looks like it’s sitting in traffic. But your gut was right about Carla. I hacked into the system’s GPS history, and it looks like it was at the airfield where the private jet landed a little while ago.”

“Fuck,” Memphis bit out. “I have so many goddamned questions and not enough time get answers.”

“Do you think it’s connected to Andrew?” Lance asked.

“I honestly don’t know. I feel like I’m being blindsided from every angle, and I don’t know how to untangle it.”

Lance hummed as his fingers continued to race across his keys.

“You should talk to Garrett. He had a lot of internal issues and the outside company he hired to do a company-wide audit did a fantastic job, from what I understand.”

“After we find Rylee,” Memphis said.

“I’m working on pinpointing her phone now.”

They were both quiet while Lance worked, and two minutes later, he said, “Bingo. She’s in the same spot as the SUV. That’s definitely her. How do you want to handle this?”

Memphis dragged a hand through his hair and started the car. “Send the coordinates to me. I’m going to get her.”

Lance whistled. “I think that’s a bad idea, man. You should let the police handle this. You just barely escaped jail once already. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Memphis raced toward the garage exit, and the attendant raised the gate without question.

“You can call the police, but if I get there first, I’m going to pull her out of there, and if Jeremy is in the car, I’m going to fucking throw him into traffic.”

“Youshouldneverhaveagreed to his stupid fucking bet,” Jeremy ranted as the SUV rolled through the streets of Phoenix.

Rylee sensed something wasn’t right as soon as she got to the parking garage and Memphis wasn’t there. The knot of fear in her stomach grew larger when she found Jeremy and Carla in the SUV. Tears and mascara streaked Carla’s face as she sat in the backseat shaking.

Rylee wrapped an arm around her as the SUV pulled out of the parking garage and listened to Jeremy rage about how she was fucking up everything he’d worked for in the last decade. He sounded unhinged, and that didn’t bode well especially since the man driving was armed. She could only assume he was working with Jeremy.

“What exactly did I ruin?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even despite the fear that had her insides shaking.

“You gave him something else to focus on. Something else to be excited about. I was this close to putting him and Andrew in prison and then I could take over the Foster empire.”

“What is Carla doing here?”

“My plans are falling apart. I’m just cleaning up loose ends.”

That couldn’t mean good things for them.

“Memphis could still go to prison. That’s what they say on the news.”

Jeremy scoffed. “No. That’s just what they’re speculating. The DA hasn’t made a statement because they have zero intention of charging him.” He slammed his fist into the dash.

“It wasn’t supposed to go this way, damn it. The trip to Vegas was supposed to get him out of the way long enough to put my final plans in motion and bring him back under house arrest, but then he had to meet you and it ruined it all.”

Rylee squeezed Carla’s hand as her friend let out a terrified sob.

“Shh. Carla, it’s going to be OK. Memphis will find us. He’s got more resources than most.”

Carla’s chin trembled as she nodded.

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry with me, Jeremy.”

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