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Chapel airdropped it. “If she recognizes him, you’ve got trouble.”

Had he expected anything else? Seemed par for the course these days. “That’s about all I’ve got.”

“Yeah. But you don’t want him added to the mix.” Chapel’s warning was just the cherry on top of this dumpster fire of a week. “Germaine is serious business. We’ve been trying to make something stick to him for a while now so we could take him down. He’s slippery, though, and if he kept Reinhardt alive, there’s a reason for it. We know he has an affinity for running hits himself and doesn’t leave loose ends. Has an unfortunate talent for getting his hands dirty, if you catch my drift.”

“Copy.”

Time to get back to the house. Back to Hollyn. He’d been gone too long.

They stood. Shook hands.

“Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime.” Chapel’s gaze dropped to Fury. “Take care of him, bud.”

Fury wagged his tail as the operator walked off.

On the way back to Hollyn’s, Davis tried calling her. Rapped his thumbs on the steering wheel. The phone rang several times before her voicemail started. He hung up. Dropped the phone in his lap. Shifted down when traffic slowed. Something in his gut told him to call again. He’d learned long ago not to ignore that feeling.

When she didn’t pick up the second time, the knot in his stomach twisted.

Davis clenched his teeth. Checked his rearview mirror. Fury’s head obstructed half the view. “She might be in the middle of something.”

Fury barked his reply.

Pulling onto another street, Davis sped up as GPS guided him. Tried Hollyn again. Left a message this time.

“Hol, it’s me. Give me a call as soon as you get this.”

He was less than five minutes from the house now. Gunned the engine and made it in two. The cherry-red sports car that’d been outside when he left wasn’t there now.

Davis locked the Chevelle. Jogged up the front path with Fury instead of waiting for the garage door to open.

“Hollyn?” he called when he and Fury stalked through the entry.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

Empty.

* * *

ABU DHABI, UAE, EARLIER THAT DAY

“Oh my word! That’s frightening!” Leila exclaimed after Hollyn had finished telling them both about how her parents’ deaths might not have been an accident.

Davis was wrong about them, she could feel it in her bones. Not to mention the fact that the man who’d attacked her had been much larger than Archie. And it felt good to talk everything?—well, almost everything—out with her friends. Already, she was emotionally lighter than she’d been in days.

“You sure you’re okay here? Alone with him?” Archie asked, protectiveness edging his voice. “You said yourself that he hasn’t been in your life for years.”

Hollyn didn’t like what that implied about Davis’s character. “Archie, really. You two havegotto start getting along. And yes. I’m positive that I’m safe with him.”

“What about Bongani? Could it have been him?” Leila postulated.

“Lei, no!” What in the world was happening? First Davis, now them with these unfounded hypotheses.

Hearing Bongani’s name reminded her that she still hadn’t reached out to him, though.

“What do you think the burglar was after?” Archie interjected. He shot a hard look at Leila.

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