Damon nodded slowly.

“Victor Vance,” Damon said.

The name sounded cold and heavy in the quiet room.

“He was Elaine’s silent partner.”

“He is the one who managed the accounts in Switzerland.”

“And he is the one who just lost fifty million dollars because of my last acquisition.”

I felt a chill run down my spine that had nothing to do with the Michigan winter.

“He knows where we are,” I said.

“He knows about Leo.”

Damon stepped closer and placed his hands on my shoulders.

His grip was firm and warm, a stark contrast to the icy fear in my chest.

“He knows I found you,” Damon said.

“But he cannot touch you here.”

“My security team is the best in the country.”

I looked back at the blank security monitor on the wall.

“Then why is that camera black?” I asked.

Damon did not answer immediately.

He turned back to the desk and picked up a black radio receiver.

“Marcus, report,” Damon said into the transmitter.

Only static answered him.

A low, rhythmic scratching sound came through the speaker.

Damon’s jaw tightened.