Chapter FORTY

JOSEF

The condo was empty by the time I arrived from the private airport.

At first, I hadn’t called Meredith because I wanted to surprise her.

But when I dialed Mario’s number from the car, it had gone straight to voicemail.

That was when my hackles started to rise.

You didn’t get to where I had in my business without learning to trust your instincts.

After what I’d discovered before takeoff, my instincts were setting off full fucking alarms.

I took a deep breath and pulled up the tracking app I had installed in every vehicle and every cell phone belonging to all Sigma International and Volkov Industries employees.

And yeah, I had the software on my wife’s phone, too.

I’d apologize later for the invasion of privacy. It was hardly the first time, and it would not be my last.

Fucking sue me.

I’d never be negligent about my wife’s security again.

“Fuck,” I cursed aloud when both Mario and Meredith’s phones pinged at the same location.