etched, thick a

o faint. Mom and Dad were statues

rom Thorne to Chloe, then

ne did the most a

lau

ound, utterly

almost gentle. "Thank you for your diligence. But thi

. "Sir, the id

dening slightly. "The stress of these past few days... it' s b

n softened into one of apparent adora

s my Isabelle. My beloved. She' s been through a

especially his own head of security who look

leaned into him, tears welling in her ey

y love," Thorne murmu

Rodriguez. You found my Isabelle. You brou

son, his security chief, step

ll of cash. Stacks and stac

his voice generous. "Five m

speechless, as Peterson h

, my mind

ruthless intelligence, his intolerance for

canal. Isabelle

pting Chloe, thi

Miller, "I' ll have my people liaise with your department. We' ll ensure Mi

was something in them, a flicker of... somethin

dangerous game. And Chloe, my

unsettled. This was far more