Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 4

The young, green detective Brynn was mentoring. Vander had met him a few times, and he was a decent guy. Vander had thoroughly investigated everyone Brynn worked with.

“And why didn’t he call me?” Vander asked silkily.

Saxon raised a brow. “He didn’t want you to go off half-cocked.”

Vander tilted his head. “You ever known me to go off half-cocked?”

“No, but this is Brynn. You’ll go off full-cocked and leave a trail of dead bodies in your path.”

Vander arched a brow. “No one would find the bodies.”

“I’m pretty sure Soto is scared of you, so he called me instead.”

“Where is my wife?”

Saxon blew out a breath. “No one knows.”

A chill crept over him, and his mind turned ice cold. “Explain.”

“She was going to meet someone. A breeder. She missed her check-in.”

“Have Ace track her phone.” Ace was Norcross Security’s top tech man.

“I already did,” Saxon said. “It’s off.”

Or destroyed. The coldness continued to spread, stirring something inside him.

Something he worked hard to keep chained up. Something that only Brynn kept controlled.

Vander turned and strode out of his office.

“Vander.” Saxon jogged after him.

He moved down the hall. When he’d purchased the old warehouse, it had been dilapidated. He’d completely renovated it to house Norcross Security. The central level was mostly open plan and held glass-walled offices. Wooden beams and metal duct work added to the industrial feel. The upper level had once been where Vander slept. Now it was a home, one he and Brynn had made together.

Brynn.

He gritted his teeth and fought for control. He shoved open a door and entered Ace’s domain.

Ace Oliveira sat in the computer room with his feet up on the desk, the screens on the wall filled with data. There was a sleeping baby girl tucked into the corner of his arm.

“Hey,” Ace said.

It wasn’t uncommon to see Ace’s little girl Isabel in the office. His wife Maggie was a helicopter and drone pilot, and if their nanny wasn’t available, Ace sometimes brought Isabel into work.

“Activate the tracker in Brynn’s wedding ring,” Vander ordered.

He knew she wouldn’t be wearing the ring since she was undercover, but she’d wear it on a chain around her neck. She never took it off.

Ace’s smile evaporated and he set his feet down. Then he rose and settled Isabel in her pram. “What’s happened?”

“Brynn’s missing.”

Realization widened in Ace’s eyes. “Saxon asked me to trace her phone earlier, but it’s off. She’s in trouble?”

“We don’t know that yet,” Saxon said.

“Yes. She’s in trouble.” Vander felt it in his bones. He’d been good at Ghost Ops because of his instincts, his hunches. It had saved his life, and the lives of his team, too many times to count.