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“Good girl.”
Victor’s voice disappeared beneath a burst of static, but the satisfaction in those two words lingered in the penthouse long after the line went silent.
Zander reached for the phone so quickly that it nearly slid off the counter. “Victor?”
No answer.
“Where is Aaron Vale?”
The call disconnected.
For several seconds, nobody moved. Michael already had his phone out, issuing orders to trace the call, lock down the building, and review every incoming connection to the penthouse. Zander stood beside the counter with one hand wrapped around the phone so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. He looked furious, but underneath the anger I saw something worse.
Recognition.
Victor hadn’t called to threaten me.
He had called because he knew I remembered him.
I took a
