Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

at 4:00 p.m. that afternoon.

Julian took the call. He hung up and walked into the library, his face tight with suppressed vindication.

“SPD raided the gallery, caught them dead to rights. They recovered all five items and froze the $2,500,000 wire transfer in escrow. Ethan and the fence Marcus are in custody.”

“What about Jessica?”

“She wasn’t at the gallery,continue reading …