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reaction. I pulled back the anger; the need to punish him for releasing his thoughts was overpowering. “I know Faye better than anyone in this room, or the fucking world for that matter.” My temper built and I clenched my fists to rein it in. “She would let me know. She’s the most honest person I know. Her guilt was thick when we first got together, even after years of waiting for Dan . . . that cunt. There is no way she would just leave me for him, especially without talking to me first.”
    He nodded but didn’t hide his skepticism. “Okay. It’s just . . .”
    “I’ve got him!” Kenny shouted from his place at the back of the room, his fingers still thrashing the keyboard of his laptop. Kenny, the lead guitarist for Jenson’s rock group, was a whiz at anything technical, from hacking into the most secret of government files to software programming. He was poached by the CIA straight out of high school but preferred to piss them off rather than help them. He was a complete stoner but also a freaking genius. It had been his underhand dealings with high up people who required bank accounts hacking and altering, secret files discovering or even people finding that had provided Jenson’s group with the money to start up their band when Jenson’s parents stopped funding his lifestyle.
    He’d frantically worked for the last two hours, trying to find out where Dante could be.
    A map was displayed on his screen; numerous graphical lines criss-crossed over it as multiple coded lines scrolled up the right hand side of the monitor.
    Kenny tapped his finger on a small square icon that had zeroed in on what looked like a large building on a remote island south of Cyprus.
    “This is the nearest building to the site where Faye was taken from the plane. They could have boarded another plane elsewhere but I wouldn’t have thought so. Taking into account what the tweaker said, I reckon this is it. It has an alarm system that leaves a trace because it’s made by a modest fuck who likes to leave a signature imprint.” He grinned over at Jenson.
    “Martha?”
    “The one and only.”
    Martha, or Blue as she was better known, was a security designer and most of her work wasn’t legit. She liked to dabble in the criminal side of the law from time to time but she was the best at her type of work. She made all of Jenson’s and the band’s security software and it cost a fortune because her systems were supposed to be impenetrable. Fortunately and unfortunately for Jenson, her panties were very much the opposite. He had it bad for her and she had it bad for everyone.
    “Can you get her here?” I asked.
    He flinched before nodding. “I’ll call her now.”
    My stomach jumped in excitement, my fingers itching with the need to touch my woman. I stared at the small icon, knowing she was there; right there. Not buried under plane rubble, not a burnt out corpse, not even drowned in the sea. She was alive, and stupidly, staring at the location even if it wasn’t actually her made me feel as close to her as I had in recent months.
    “Cade.”
    I turned to Jenson. He was staring at the TV, his eyes wide before they flicked back to me. I followed his gaze back to the screen. My knees buckled as my heart slammed against my chest, the beat soaring into dangerous territory. My eyes burned as they focused on my beautiful fiancé.
    I stumbled across the room, grabbing the TV remote and increasing the volume. She sat on a dark leather couch, her stunning eyes sad but her face smiling.
    “Miss Avery,” someone out of shot, presumably the interviewer, said. “May I call you Faye?”
    “Of course,” Faye smiled softly; the sight made my heart pang.
    “Faye, there has been some speculation as to why you disappeared, not least that your plane crashed and you had . . . died. Could you tell us what happened? I take it you are unaware of the media storm around this?”
    “Firstly,” Faye said with a sigh, “I would like to apologize