The chairman’s office at The White Group was flooded with light, even though it was late. Franco sat behind his desk, deep in a video conference that would decide the company’s international business for the entire year.
When the meeting finally ended, he reached for his second phone to check if Petty had messaged "Malcom." He barely had time to look at the screen before the office door swung open.
Jay burst in with a serious look on his face. He didn’t bother knocking. “Franco, something’s happened to Petty.”
Franco shot up from his chair, his face instantly tense. “Where is she?”
He was still gripping his phone, eyes locked on the chat window between "Malcom" and Petty. Jay fell in step behind him as they hurried toward the elevator. He filled Franco in as they moved. “She was driving toward Crestview Parkway at first, but suddenly she changed direction and took off toward the industrial road. She was going way too fast. Our guys were almost caught up when a cargo truck exploded in the road ahead. They couldn’t get past. We lost her.”
The explosion had happened less than a minute ago.
Right after getting the call, Jay had started working the phones, trying to get traffic control to pull footage from the area.
Crestview Parkway.
Franco felt his chest tighten. That road led to "Malcom’s" place. Petty had been going to see him.
Why did she change her route?
The explosion… someone had planned all this.
Franco’s steady steps turned frantic as he rushed forward.
Jay’s phone rang again. He listened for a moment, then nodded. “Send our people there—now. Franco and I are close behind.” He hung up and turned to Franco. “Petty’s car is heading out toward the edge of the city. I’ve already sent people after her.”
Why would she be heading toward the outskirts?
The elevator doors slid open. Franco strode through the lobby and headed straight for his car. Jay hurried after him and started the engine.

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