“What about my daughter?” I choked out, the ice in my veins finally beginning to thaw into raw maternal panic. “Julian took Maya. He thinks he can use her to force me into giving up my equity in our firm.”
“Julian is currently on a twelve-hour long-haul flight across the Pacific,” Martin replied with frightening calm. “He has no cellular access, no idea you’ve made contact, and no concept of what is waiting for him when that plane touches down at LAX. By the time his flight enters US airspace, our legal division will have filed an emergency Hague Convention petition for international child abduction and passport theft.”
“And Evelyn?” I asked, remembering her cruel note: Let’s see who comes for you now.
Martin let out a low, dry chuckle that held zero humor. “Your mother-in-law is about to find out exactly who comes for you.”
Ninety minutes later, a sharp-dressed security officer stepped into the lobby holding a black leather briefcase.
