"Zade," Cole said finally, his voice even. "There’s something you don’t know."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. Zade Russo was not a man who liked pauses unless he controlled them.
"I’m listening," Zade replied.
Cole exhaled slowly, choosing his words. "Nearly three months ago, Sylvie was almost kidnapped."
There was a brief silence. Not the casual kind of the distracted kind. This was the silence of a man processing information quickly, weighing implications.
"Almost?" Zade asked at last.
"Yes," Cole said. "She was intercepted on her way home. A van blocked her car. Men attempted to force her out."
"And?" Zade’s tone sharpened.
"She got away," Cole replied. "Barely. There was someone I told to watch her at the time, the person also intervened."
Another pause.
