Sebastian froze. Frowning, he pulled the phone away from his ear to double-check the screen. He hadn't dialed the wrong number.
He pressed redial.
Once again, the cold, robotic voice answered him, "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."
The temperature in his eyes plummeted instantly. He bolted up from the dining chair and took the stairs two at a time. He threw open the bedroom door. It was empty.
He checked the balcony. It was empty.
He stormed into the study. And it was also empty. But sitting perfectly aligned on his desk were two items, the black Amex card and the deed to the penthouse.
Sebastian stared at them for several seconds before slowly walking over. As he got closer, he noticed a small slip of paper tucked underneath.
Written in her neat, precise ha
