The photograph remained on Elena’s screen.
Adrian sat bound to a chair in a room she didn’t recognize.
His face was bruised.
His shirt was torn.
But his eyes were what frightened her most.
He wasn’t afraid for himself.
He was afraid for her.
COME ALONE, ELENA.
She stared at the message until the letters blurred.
Then she locked the phone.
“No.”
Evelyn looked at her.
“No?”
“I’m not going alone.”
Victor slowly approached.
“You cannot go after him yet.”
Elena turned sharply.
“They have him.”
“I know.”
“Then we move.”
Victor’s expression remained grim.
“If you move without understanding who took him, you may never find him.”
Elena stepped closer.
“Then tell me.”
Victor looked at her for several seconds.
Finally, he nodded.
“There’s something you need to know about Adr
