Chris's fingers tapped against the chair armrest, his mind racing through every possible scenario. Ava had vanished. That much was clear. But something about this felt… off.
Ethan's phone vibrated. He checked the message, his expression unreadable.
Chris watched him closely. "What?"
Ethan hesitated. Then—"Still no sign of Ava."
Chris exhaled sharply, irritation flickering in his gaze. "She's not a ghost. Someone has her."
Ethan nodded. "We're scanning all possible exits, monitoring airfields, safe houses—"
"Not good enough," Chris cut in. His patience was razor-thin. Ava stabbed him. Someone put two bullets in him. And now, she was missing?
It didn't sit right.
Then, after a long silence, Ethan spoke. "What if she's not running?"
Chris narrowed his eyes.
Ethan continued, his tone measured. "What if someone already has her?"
Chris stilled.
That changed everything.
Because if Ava wasn't on the run, if someone had captured her, that meant two things:
1. They had no control over the situation.
2. Whoever took her had their own agenda.
Chris's mind sharpened, cutting through the noise. "Find out who made a move before we did," he ordered. His voice was calm, but Ethan knew what that meant—speed, no mistakes.
Ethan nodded. "On it."
As Ethan left the room, Chris leaned back slightly, processing.
Ava thought she was dangerous.
But she'd just walked into someone else's trap.
And Chris would make sure she realized he was the only one she should've feared.