Page 164 of See You Maybe

“He had a fucking decoy.” James took the phone from Luke. “And someone rammed the car following Chris Keller. Brady’s guys were hurt, so we are just now getting the information. They’ve lost him and they aren’t sure how long they were actually following the decoy.”

Fear settled over Declan, so oppressive he couldn’t breathe. “Olivia?”

The elevator door opened, and Declan thrust out a hand to hold the door open.

“Brady says she’s still at work. Two guys are in a car out front.”

“They were supposed to go in with her.”

“Apparently she disagreed.”

“I’m heading back now,” Declan said, stepping into the elevator.

“We’ll be?—”

The call disconnected, and Declan looked down at the phone, resisting the urge to punch the elevator wall when he saw he had no coverage. The doors slid open in the parking garage, his phone already vibrating.

“There’s a fire at the Armstrong building.” Luke sounded breathless, like he was running. “They can’t find Olivia.”

In an instant, Declan’s world crashed around him.

The flight back to Atlanta felt like a lifetime, his phone attached to his ear the entire time. Declan dialed Olivia’s phone over and over, his panic rising each time her voicemail immediately clicked on.

He struggled to hold on to his composure when Brady called to give him a status report. “A delivery van with the logo of an approved vendor entered the parking lot and pulled to the back of the building. It was out of sight for less than five minutes. Three minutes after the van left the facility, the fire alarms went off. My men went in immediately, but it was chaos as everyone evacuated. Her receptionist told them Olivia had gone to meet Stuart in the manufacturing area, but the man denied ever calling her. By that time, the warehouse was fully engaged, and they called in back up to search. Once the fire department arrived, they couldn’t get back in the building.”

“I don’t fucking care what they did after they lost her,” Declan roared. “She should never have been out of their sight.”

Declan’s chest heaved.

Where is she? Chris? Kyle? The Albanians?

“What do you want us to do, Dec?” James asked, his voice coming over the line.

Declan’s free hand gripped at his hair. This was what he feared all along. She was in danger because of him. Olivia would pay the price for the life he’d led.

“Fuck,” Luke hissed through the speakerphone. “I got a text from one of my sources. The police found Kyle Armstrong’s body behind the wheel of a delivery van at Peachtree Executive Airport. Five flights have taken off since the fire was reported. All but one filed a flight plan.”

“She’s on that plane.” The fissure in Declan’s chest cracked open, the pain unbearable. He paced the aisle of the Bloom Communications jet, helpless rage coursing through him. Declan was stuck in the sky, and Olivia could be anywhere.

“I’ve got a guy at that airport,” Brady said. “Let me see if I can get a copy of the security video before the cops get their warrant.”

Alex called next to assure him that the Albanians weren’t involved, and offered his brother’s men to help with a rescue. Declan had no desire to owe the Bratva anything, but if it meant getting Olivia back, he wouldn’t hesitate to sell his soul to the Russian mob. Vincent also confirmed that Alan Carrol was still in the city, and Fiona was on her way to a facility in Switzerland. With Kyle dead, the only person left was Chris.

Declan’s chest ached. Chris knew Olivia was Rose—he knew what she meant to him and Declan only had himself to blame. Intent on his revenge, he’d discounted what Chris would do when he was backed into a corner.

“Call me as soon as you have the footage.” Declan dropped the phone into the seat next to him and buried his head in his hands. Olivia. It had been almost two hours since the fire. Two hours.

The phone vibrated in the seat, and with a weary sigh, he lifted it, expecting to see an email from Brady. Instead, his heart turned over when he realized it was a video call from Olivia’s phone.

“Olivia!”

Chris Keller’s smirking face filled the screen. “She’s a little busy at the moment.” Chris squinted at the phone. “Are you on the company jet? How convenient.”

Declan locked his jaw, knowing he couldn’t let his emotions get away from him. He needed to keep his head in order to save Olivia.

“What’s your plan, Chris? If I were you, I’d be on my way somewhere without extradition, instead of playing games with me.” Declan swallowed the questions he wanted to ask.

Where is Olivia? Is she hurt?