But the eyes were identical.

Cold, pale, and calculating.

The file listed her primary alias as Sarah Jenkins.

Her real name was Vanessa Vale.

She wasn’t just Grant’s mistress.

She was an operative from the very syndicate I had helped dismantle.

This wasn’t a simple case of a husband running off with another woman.

This was a targeted strike.

They had used Grant to get to my assets.

They had used him to get to my daughter.

A cold dread settled deep in my stomach.

If Vanessa knew who I was, then Lily was in grave danger.

She wasn’t just a hostage in a custody dispute.

She was a shield.

I clicked on the asset list for Aegis Holdings Group.

The system began to pull up the property titles linked to the corporation.

The first was my estate in Denver.

The second was a commercial warehouse near the interstate.

The third was a private cabin in the mountains near Estes Park.

I memorized the coordinates of the cabin.

That had to be where they were keeping Lily.

The monitor suddenly flickered again.