Page 128 of Stains of Desire
My pulse beats so hard, I feel dizzy. I need the other guys. All of them. "But I saw Ryker and Julieta get on the plane."
"What plane?"
"The plane that left before ours."
"For Bermuda?"
"Yes."
"When was that?"
"Yesterday."
Andre jaw clenches. "No one has been here."
"Axel, why can't Penelope go back to her country?" Naomi asks.
"Because everything is connected."
"What do—"
There's a loud bang on the door. "That's probably Felton."
"Felton Trott?" Blaise asks.
"Yes. He works for immigration and saved me from getting my head shot off earlier." I move toward the door and fling it open. "Felton, what are they doing with her?"
"She was getting on the plane to London when I got back. My shift was over, so I had a good excuse to leave."
Chills course through my spine and into every bone I have. "She can't go there. It's not safe."
He sympathetically shakes his head. "I'm sorry. She's in the air by now. But I have a friend who I called with a private plane. He's getting the flight plan approved to leave in the next thirty minutes. If you want to go, we need to leave now. I'll fill you in on everything else I know about where they are taking her, on the way." I don't even say goodbye or look at the others and step outside. "Thank you. Let's go."
Andre follows me. "Axel—"
"I'm going."
"Turn your phone on. Interpol reinstated us. It's safe to use."
There isn't any time to tell him what I know. I'll have to pick up a burner somewhere and fill him in.
"Fine. See if you can find out anything about her daughter."
He furrows his eyebrows. "Her daughter?"
"Santiago kidnapped her and her four-year-old daughter. Then he took her away from her to hold over her head. She's five and a half now. Her name is Millie."
His face pales. "I'll find out what I can."
I nod in appreciation and get in the front seat next to Felton, and he reverses out of the driveway.
"Where in London will they take her?"
"Normally, she would get handed off to Military Intelligence Section 5, but if something is going on behind closed doors, that changes everything. You said she was held captive by the ambassador, William Davies?"
My gut flips, thinking about that pig being near her, much less touching her. "Yes."
His voice lowers. "I'm sorry to ask you this, but was it sexual between them?"
