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Static blurred and shifted the screen, but it didn’t matter. Remy could clearly see that Ava was being held against her will. She sat on a chair in a bare, dimly lit room. A bruise darkened her cheek.
The picture of Ava disappeared, cutting to a man cloaked by shadows.
“We have Ava Hunt,” a digitized voice said. “You have forty-eight hours to get us Venom or she will die.”
The screens shifted, and Ava was gone.
Remy turned his attention to French. He didn’t care how degenerate the man was, Remy was going to find Ava. If that meant helping French, then he would do it. But could he find her or Venom within forty-eight hours? It seemed like an impossible task.
“How far away from land are we?” Remy asked.
“About five days to the east,” French answered.
Remy felt his throat close. “W
