Chapter 8

“How do we find him?” Alec asked.

“He might find us first,” Martin replied. “From the sound of it, I think he counted on me getting you out of there safely while he drew the threat away. He hadn’t been gone for very long when you arrived, remember? And he had enough time to lock his private office so only you could enter it. I’ll bet anything he was fine when he fled.”

“And he couldn’t have used the door like anybody else?”

Martin lifted a brow. “Would you have investigated if it hadn’t looked like there was trouble?”

No, he wouldn’t have. He would’ve turned around and fumed about his absentee father some more. Then, on the way home to Miami, he probably would’ve been snatched up or killed like Will didn’t want.

He sagged in the sofa. “So what do I do now?”