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Viktor knocks, but no one answers. When he turns the knob, to our surprise, it’s unlocked.
“Who leaves their door unlocked?” I ask.
“Someone who isn’t afraid. Someone who feels secure.” Viktor walks in deeper. “Check her bedroom.”
Grace’s apartment is tidy. A mixture of warmth and coldness. It’s almost like she’s two different people. In her bedroom, everything seems like it has a place. Her bed is perfectly made and has a few stuffed bears on it.
I go to her closet. There’s a mixture of the conservative clothes she wears to the mansion and high-end fashion. There are no pictures or a computer that I can see.
I leave her bedroom and enter the bathroom. The same style has been applied here—everything is precisely placed with no personal touches.
Who is this woman?
I return to the living room, where I find Viktor rummaging through her things.
“Who the hell is this woman?” I ask, aloud this time.
“I suspect Grace Sanders is not her real name. There’s nothing personal about this place. It’s like she doesn’t want anyone to know who she truly is,” Viktor answers.
“I was thinking the same. This place is more like a cover.”
“She was inserted by someone. Only two people are capable and have the means to pull this off,” Viktor voices, his words barely audible through his tight jaw.
“I’ll check the kitchen.”
I search the mail on the counter. Everything is under the name of Grace Sanders. If it’s a fake identity, someone went to a lot of trouble to make it appear legitimate.
I’m searching kitchen drawers when Viktor’s cell rings.
“What the fuck do you mean?” he yells, drawing me back to the living room. “Are you fucking kidding me? Where?”
“What is it?” I ask.
He locks his eyes with mine. They’re as dark as death. “Ava left the mansion.” He shifts his focus back to his cell. “Where are you? Good. Call me if you hear anything or find out where she went.” He drags his fingers over his scalp. “Ava is going to be the death of me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to fucking call her and pray to whatever fucking God there is that she hasn’t done something stupid.” He stabs his finger at the screen of his cell before squashing it to his ear. “What the fuck are you doing, Ava? Where are you going… You have no idea what you’re heading into…. Ava!” he barks out before yanking his phone down from his ear. “Fuck. What is she thinking?”
“That her son is missing.”
“Fuck, do you remember if Ava was wearing her locket?”
I scour my memory to remember if she was wearing it. He looks set to chew me a new asshole, but my cell pings, stopping him.
I take it out of my back pocket.
Ava:258 Drake. Make a plan. Two SUVs, at least a dozen men in plain sight. Lighting sucks. No matter what, get Niko first
“What is it?” Viktor asks, peering over my shoulder.
“It’s Ava.”
He sounds jealous when he asks, “Why is she texting you?”
“Doesn’t matter. I know where she is.” I race for the door with Viktor hot on my tail.
“What did she say?”
