“Don’t panic. We’ll find him.”
Lucas’s voice was steady, but the strain showed in his eyes. Around them, courthouse alarms blared while security teams rushed through the halls.
Adrian gripped Elena’s shoulders. “Look at me. Ethan’s tracker is still active. That means this is leverage—not disappearance.”
Leverage.
The word cut deep.
Reporters shouted from across the corridor, flashes bursting like lightning. And then Elena saw him.
Victor Kingsley stood near the glass windows, calm, composed… waiting.
Their eyes locked.
He gave a slight nod.
Not apology.
Not regret.
Control.
A chill ran through her.
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Inside a mobile command unit, screens lit up with tracking data. Rain streaked the windows as sirens echoed outside.
“Signal heading east,” an operator said. “Vehicle swapped
