Chapter 41
Ashton’s POV
The message of the location came in instantly.
I glanced down at my phone.
Miguel: Got it. The location traced. Sending now.
My heart slammed so hard it hurt.
“Cairo,” I said immediately, already opening the message. My thumb hovered for half a second before tapping the coordinates. “He found her.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Send it.”
I forwarded it instantly, then stared at the screen like the numbers might rearrange themselves into something clearer. It wasn’t a clean address. No street name. No proper landmark. Just a rough point on the map.
Industrial outskirts.
Of course.
“f**k,” Cairo muttered under her breath. “That area is a mess. Abandoned warehouses, half-built structures, illegal rentals. People disappear often there.”
I tightened my grip
