Blake's POV
The next three hours transformed my penthouse into a command center.
Sofia had called in favors I didn't even know we had; Surveillance experts, cyber analysts, financial investigators. My dining room table was covered in laptops, tablets, and printed reports.
The wall-mounted TV displayed a live feed of Wakes's stock price, which had dropped another two points since the market opened.
"Talk to me," I said, pacing behind Sofia's chair as she typed with machine-gun precision.
"Rehabilitation center in Queens is our best bet," she said without looking up. "Private, discrete, medical staff on Wakes's payroll. Security cameras show unusual activity last night…three black SUVs arrived around 2 AM."
My hands clenched into fists. The timeline matched perfectly with when I'd be
