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I straightened. “Is there a link to Auclair?”

“Not at first glance. But she has a brother who lives in France. He got himself mixed up in the wrong crowd. Guns, drugs. Weare helped to get him in the clear and then into rehab.”

I frowned. “Is the brother linked to Auclair?”

Linc shook his head. “Nope, but for a bit of time, he ran with a Maurelle Deschamps.”

“Auclair’s wife,” I breathed. “Auclair must have helped Weare, and in return, he must’ve owed Auclair a favor for extracting the brother.”

“And now he’s called it in,” Dante said darkly.

“Find her, Noah. Auclair is planning to kill her.” I bowed my head, fighting back the pain.

A hand pressed my shoulder. It was Kavner. “This is not your fault.”

“It is. Auclair wants revenge against me. Frankie is his ticket.”

“We are going to find her,” Beau said.

My cell pinged, and I pulled it out. I stilled. I had a message from a blocked number.

I swiped the screen and opened it.

My gut clenched. It was a picture of Frankie tied to a chair. Auclair stood behind her, holding her chin.

I cursed.

My brothers crowded around to look.

“Well, it confirms Auclair has her,” Colt said quietly.

“She doesn’t look afraid, Reath,” Kav said.

No. There was a fierce glint in her eyes, that familiar sass.

But I knew that inside, she’d be terrified.

I dragged in a deep breath. “Noah, I’m sending you this photo. I need a location.”

Noah tapped and a second later, the picture of Frankie and Auclair filled the screen on the wall.

Beau frowned. “In the background… What is that?”

“It’s a Mardi Gras float,” Dante said.

“There’s metadata on the image,” Noah said. “She’s in a warehouse not far from here. Down on the Mississippi. It’s used to store Mardi Gras gear.”

A map popped up on the screen with a red dot by the water. My jaw was so tight it hurt.

“It’s a trap,” Colt murmured.

I nodded. “He wants us to go there.”

Beau stepped forward. “We need to prep—”

I cut him off. “There’s no time. Auclair is going to kill her.” I strode to a cabinet at the far end of the room and pressed my hand to the lock. It beeped, then opened to the weapons locker.

Inside, weapons were lined up neatly and backlit.