The crazy sound of Marcus's laughter filled the cold, dark warehouse like a terrible curse. Blood dripped from his swollen lips onto his filthy coat, but his eyes were wide with a sick, wicked joy.

"Check your wife's studio vault right now!" Marcus repeated, his voice cracking with pure evil excitement as the two heavy security officers pulled his hands behind his back.

Evelyn felt a sudden, icy shock shoot through her body. Her heart skipped a hard beat, her breath catching tight in her throat. Her private studio vault was where she kept the single most important thing in her entire life: her late father's original, physical blueprints for...