ZEPHYR.
"What do you mean she was taken?" I hissed dangerously into the phone, nearly destroying my newly acquired Vivo X200 Pro. "Turn the car around. Now." I barked out at Anthony.
I'd already had a delay at the office, thanks to the mole, Joan. Of all people, it had to be her.
Handling the betrayal had pushed back my flight to New York, forcing me to deal with protocols and cleanup. By the time everything was settled, it was already the afternoon. I was almost at the airport when the call came through.
Alexei was dead.
Celine was unconscious in the hospital.
And Lyla… Lyla was gone.
We arrived at the scene where Troy and Garrett stood beside the wrecked Jeep. Alexei's body was covered with a tarp.
They had managed to keep the local police out of it, using the connections I had
