Liam sat in the dimly lit motel room, his jaw clenched as he stared at the laptop screen. The grainy security footage looped again, showing her.
Mia.
She was standing in the penthouse, whiskey glass in hand, but it wasn’t her presence that set his nerves on fire. It was the way she looked at the camera.
It lasted no more than a second, but Liam recognized the silent plea in her eyes. She knew he was watching.
His grip tightened on the desk. Smart girl.
Dain, his best friend and former military tech specialist, leaned forward. “She’s at the Royale Hotel, top floor. That’s Adrian’s private suite.” He tapped the screen. “Security’s tight—cameras, guards, and a locked elevator. No easy way in.”
Liam exhaled sharply. That bastard had her caged.
“She’s buying time,” Dain continued. “That
