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Full of secrets she would never understand.
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His Bonita.Gregory could not find her. The house was burning. She was somewhere. But Gregory did not know where she had run to. Outside.
She was a bright woman; she would have gotten outside.
Unless she was searching for Denita’s daughter.
Bonita would be looking for that girl. His Bonita would be looking for their daughter. For young Crispin.
He had started with Bonita in the basement lab. Bonita and Zoey. Perhaps the two of them were together. Zoey was a police officer. She would have felt obligated to help Bonita in her greatest time of need.
Gregory had everything he needed, on the single flash drive in his pocket. He could walk away from this entire project and begin within a few months. That might be his smartest choice.
But he couldn’t leave without his Bonita.
He turned back, headed down the steps into his lab at a fast clip. His real office was in the basement, behind a secret door. A fireproof door. He had some reservations about that, but it would take someone getting very fortunate to find that office after the flames destroyed the building above.
And everything was encrypted and coded. Between that and his private server in the cloud, his work was as reasonably protected as he could make it.
He opened the door to the first floor. He had one more thing he wanted to get. The copies of the photos from his upstairs office. He’d stored them on external hard drives.
They contained so many photos of his Denita with some of her children. He wanted those now.
He would find Bonita on the way.
That woman was meant to be his. She was in here somewhere.
He would find her—it wasmeant.
He hurried through the hallway that ran beneath his garage, just as he heard what had to begunshotsabove.
Probably in the breezeway that connected the west wing of the carriage house to the north part of the garage. People were up there. Vaughn, Ross, Hector—Bonita, Zoey, the two young twins of Denita’s. The Beck girl.
Orion and Oakley.
If those children were found…Oakley knew so much…
It was most likely Vaughn and Hector disposing of the women, quickly and humanely, as Gregory had ordered. Doing what had to be done.
But he would not worry about that now. He needed to grab what he wanted—and find his beautiful Bonita once again.
He hurried into his office on the second floor. The children’s bedroom doors were destroyed. Someone had kicked them in. It wouldn’t have been one of the men Gregory had hired. They wouldn’t have bothered.
Except maybe Vaughn. He had a bit of a soft spot for the children at times.
But a young female police officer who had raised a child before—she would most certainly have wanted to rescue the children. Zoey was most likely loose somewhere now.
He roared when he entered his office. Someone had ransacked his damned office.
All Vaughn had needed to do was keep those young women in their rooms, while the building burned around them. He couldn’t even do that.
At least one of them had escaped.
He suspected it was Zoey or that Beck girl. Abnormally strong, clever, and resilient, those two young women. Dangerous, dangerous women.
He had to find Bonita now.
