At that moment Alphonse's heart sank.
He gripped the armrest tightly, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Eliot…" he whispered, blinking at the screen in disbelief.
He reached for the remote and turned the volume down—but his mind was louder.
They had done it together. The late-night meetings. The untraceable payments. The silenced girls. They'd shared it all—opportunities, favors, secrets. And now?
Now Eliot was gone, his hands trembled.
If Eliot could be reached—Eliot, with all his connections, all his protection—then his own time might be even closer than he feared.
"Damn it," he muttered, getting to his feet.
He stormed across the room and pressed a hidden red button beneath a panel in the wall. It was wired directly to his estate's private security system.
