Nathan drove away from the warehouse with the sound of Natasha's screams still ringing in his ears. He didn't feel bad for her. He felt nothing but a cold, hard mission. The moon was high and the streets of the city were empty, but Nathan's mind was racing. He had two names burned into his brain: Dr. Gabe and Marcus. These were the men who had helped Natasha bury Fiona while she was still breathing.
He pulled over to the side of the road and picked up his phone. He called his lead security man. "I want Marcus found first," Nathan said. "He's the hacker. He's the one who monitored the hotel. He's a coward, so he'll be hiding. Find him before he hears about Natasha."
"We're on it, sir," the voice replied.
Nathan didn't go back to the villa. He couldn't stand the silence of that big, empty house. Instead, he drove to a private office he kept in the city. He sat in the dark, staring at the wall, waiting for the call. Two hours later, his phone vibrated.
