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She was covered in bruises and blood and Roman wanted to cry.

“Hello, my friends,” a voice said from behind the camera. It had a faint Irish accent.

It had to be Pinky.

“It’s been so long since we chatted, Lyoha, or is it Alexei you like to go by now?”

Alexei had his hands clenched into fists and Roman was worried about his blood pressure.

“I thought it might be time for us to chat. So I’m going to give you an hour from the time this email is opened to get to this private airstrip and catch the plane that will be waiting for you. Don’t bother telling anyone. This plane isn’t your final stop. Oh, and in case you didn’t realize it. If you don’t catch that plane, then your girl doesn’t get to wake up tomorrow. Which, in the state she’s in, might just be a blessing for her. Poor thing has a mouth on her, doesn’t she?”

The video died.

“An hour? Fuck!” Alexei stormed. “We need to leave now.”

“Roman, send that to Riordan and to me. I’ll forward to Trin. Also order a private car and grab your laptop. Alexei, get ready. We need to come up with a plan and quick.”

They had to get to their girl before anything else happened to her.

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Where the hell was he?

Salem woke up groggily, staring around him. What was going on? Why was he lying on the floor? This old body didn’t take well to sleeping anywhere but a bed. Not that he was that old at thirty-eight. It just felt that way.

As he sat up, he took stock of where he was. It was hot. Really hot. And there was a chain around his wrist, securing him to the wall. He saw something move in the dark.

No, not something. Someone.

Relief flooded him.

“Alexei? Alexei, are you all right?” he asked.

“What the fuck happened? Why did you let me drink that much last night? And why am I handcuffed to a wall?”

“You weren’t drinking,” he said urgently, looking around for Roman. There he was. He was still sleeping. He was secured to the wall as well.

Shit. Was he all right?

“I think we were drugged,” he added.

“What the fuck?”

Roman stirred with a grumble. “What’s happened? Why is it so hot? I need a drink.”

“It must have happened on the plane,” Salem said slowly, trying to make his brain work.

His last memory was getting on the plane.

Salem glanced over himself again. All right. He was still wearing the same clothes he’d worn onto the plane and so were Roman and Alexei.

That was good.

“They must have taken my laptop,” Roman said, studying the handcuff around his wrist as though he could figure out a way to free himself. “What are we going to do? Where do you think we are?”

“It’s all right. You wiped your laptop, right?” Salem asked.

“Yeah, before I got on the plane,” Roman replied.

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