IVAN’S POV

I hadn’t slept.

Not even a wink.

My jaw ached from how hard I’d been clenching it, and my phone had been glued to my hand all night. Every hour, I called her number again, even though I knew I’d get nothing but her voicemail.

My men were scattered across the city, pulling every string we had—contacts, cameras, informants, even bribing airport personnel and gas station clerks.

Still nothing.

No one had seen her.

No one had heard a thing.

And that fact alone told me she didn’t do this alone. Nolan must have helped her.

I sat at the head of the long dining table that had...