Herman tried calling Anastasia again. This time, her phone was off.

She never turned off her phone. Ever since she became a mom, unless her

battery died, her phone always stayed on. Even if she was furious with him, she'd

ignore his calls, but she wouldn't just switch the thing off.

He remembered seeing her phone at full charge before she left. It'd barely been

two hours. No way the battery was dead.

A cold dread settled in his gut.

Three unanswered calls later, Herman's worry turned into certainty: something

was wrong.

He called Monica, hoping maybe Anastasia had gone to her. No luck-Monica

hadn't seen her either.

Nelson jogged over, a little out of breath. "Mr. Salstrom, I asked the security at the

gate. They said Mrs. Salstrom left in a taxi, headed north."

"Find out that taxi's license plate. Now," Herman ordered, his voice sharp. "And

get Dailey over here."

But the car had left right from the banquet entrance, just outside the cameras'

reach. None of the guards got the plate number. Tracking her by the taxi was

probably pointless.

Herman quickly tried to locate Anastasia's phone.

Half an hour later, following the last signal, Herman drove out toward the northern

weeds, he

gone. Just like

soon after. "Boss,

movement at all."

come after Anastasia for the chip. He'd

Asher for

it wasn't Asher, then

lost. Anastasia had been missing for nearly an hour. A bad feeling

him, his

footage from this

Herman said, gripping the

turned white. His eyes were cold and

someone had a

around his throat.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away-

blindfolded, wrists and ankles tied.

except her

crept in, cold and

memory flickered:

charity dinner,

planning to

into a cab.

a strange

over her.

she realized: something had been

Was he after the chip? Or

didn't know who had taken her. She

tried to feel

There was a

and if she

hear water

A cave? Where

they taken her?

nearby. Anastasia

listen.

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