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matter of time, she was sure.
    She’d met the girl Alex had rescued and had recognized the signs of trauma in her face. The same as in her own. Which had only made her even more determined to find out who was behind this.
    I will find the man who took you. And then I will kill him.
    Ice water slid down her spine.
    This was not his problem to solve. And it wasn’t his revenge to take. It was hers. The choice was hers. And it was up to her how she was going to deal with it.
    Of course, what they really needed to do was get the FBI involved. But she didn’t want to get the Feds in when they didn’t have any concrete evidence. They had to find more.
    They?
    Eva snarled at the monitor. Well, Alex and Gabriel naturally, since they were now personally involved. But Zac? He’d told her she was on her own, and he wasn’t a man to issue idle threats.
    I can make you want to give me everything …
    â€œGet out of my head, motherfucker,” she growled, stabbing at a button on her keyboard.
    All at once a chiming sound came from her computer.
    Holy hell, was that one of her searches?
    She quickly flicked through to the search that had been running in the background. And God, she was right. The complicated search program had turned up a match.
    Her hand was shaking as she reached for the mouse, nervous fear coiling through her gut like a small, cold snake. No, not fear. It would never be that. But she’d admit to apprehension. Whomever this search had found would either be familiar to her or not. And if they weren’t, then there went any connection to the Lucky Seven and Conrad South.
    She really didn’t know which one she was hoping for.
    She clicked the mouse, and a file opened up.
    And this time the shiver gripped her whole body.
    She recognized the guy. He’d been at the house. Every time The Man had arrived, a bodyguard or some other henchman would come get her, make sure her blindfold was properly tied and that she couldn’t see.
    His face … she’d never forgotten it since it was always the last face she saw before the blindfold was put on. And everything else began.
    Something lodged in her throat, the familiar ice sitting in a cold, hard lump in her stomach.
    Abruptly she pushed back her chair and got up, walking restlessly over to the windows, pacing to the door, to the desk, then back to the windows. She shoved her hands into her pockets as she walked, biting her lip, her brain starting to do its mouse-wheel thing again.
    Reflexively she pulled her phone out of her pocket, keying in a quick text to Zac. I’ve found him. We need to move on it.
    There was no response.
    She scowled at the phone. He always responded pretty much straightaway. Always.
    Okay, so maybe he was out doing something. Or in the shower. Or something else. There were probably good reasons for his nonresponse.
    She did another circuit of the room, nibbling on her already chewed fingernails, the cold in her stomach not budging an inch. Memory began to creep up on her, of the sinking feeling in her gut and the crawling sensation over her skin that she always got the moment the big black car drew up outside the house.
    Jesus, where was Zac? He would have texted her by now, surely?
    But her phone remained resolutely silent, the screen blank. Goddammit.
    Her fingers moved across the keypad. Where are you? This is important.
    Once again, no response.
    Impatient and feeling a little bit sick, Eva hit the call button. Bastard, he’d better pick up, otherwise she’d be seriously pissed with him. Not that she wasn’t pissed already.
    There was a click in her ear. “Hey,” she said immediately. “What’s up? Why didn’t you answer?”
    A long silence followed. Then a sigh. “I told you that you were on your own, angel. If you remember.”
    Eva came to a stop in front of the windows and blinked at the gray day outside. “Yeah, but—”
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