Chapter 23

The basement was massive, enclosed on three sides by concrete walls. A harsh overhead light beamed straight down on the five men crouched below. The second Tristan's icy voice cut through the silence, the five guys visibly cracked. The bald guy stammered, lips trembling, "P-please, Mr. Reid... I just got a call, said there was a girl, totally free. Told me to wait outside Prestige. Then a van with fake plates pulled up and just tossed the girl—uh, the little girl—right in front of me." Kevin arched his brow, chin lifted slightly. "Check his phone. Find the number." A bodyguard quickly frisked him, pulled out the phone, and started scrolling. He stopped at a contact and held it up for confirmation. The bald guy nodded furiously. "Y-yeah, that's it." Kevin dialed back. A robotic voice came through, "Sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service..." He turned slightly to glance at Tristan. "Disconnected." The bald guy crumpled, his whole body folding down like jelly. "It was a setu