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man he’d
    come to hate more than anything, would land on his feet. Or in this case, flat on his
    back. The sooner the entire family was dead, the happier he’d be. They’d killed his little
    girl.
    He looked over at his man, Steward Jefferies, and told him to get someone on it.
    Steward’s phone rang before he could answer Baldwin.
    As the other man listened to his call, Baldwin thought of all the ways he’d wanted
    to make both Gentry men suffer. There had been times when he’d had Bart in his sights,
    but something would always come up. This time he knew he’d taken drastic measures,
    but the man was just where he wanted him. It was way past time to kill Bart, and he
    was going to be the one to do it, even if he had to do it in front of a bunch of cops.
    When Steward hung up, he looked pale as he leaned back in his chair. Baldwin was
    almost afraid to ask him what it was, but wasn’t going to seem as if he cared. He not
    only was in control of things around him, he also never gave the appearance of caring
    much about it.
    “Apparently Emma Gentry isn’t dead, as we’d been told, and was in the building
    when it blew.” Baldwin nearly screamed out his frustrations. Would this family never
    fucking end? “So far they’ve not found a trace of her in the number of dead, and she’s
    not on the injury list, either, that they can find. I don’t…someone saw her climbing out
    of the sublevel of the basement just as the police arrived. I have a man on it.”
    “How do you know it was my granddaughter and not some rat climbing out of her
    hole after a night of fucking whatever had a dick?” Steward stood up and went to his
    briefcase. Pulling out the file that was on top, he handed it to him. “What is this?”
    “I told you several days ago that there was rumor that Emma was alive and hiding
    out somewhere. We could never confirm nor deny that information, so you told me to
    keep on it. I had someone follow her and she lives…lived in a poor neighborhood that
    catered more to the people that her father worked with than his type of wealth. There
    wasn’t any reason to believe that she was this person, due to her living conditions, and I
    nearly tossed it away as just that, rumors. But then we got a picture of her just this
    morning. I forgot until just this minute that I had it.” Baldwin looked at the picture and
    felt his heart twist up in his chest. “They have some of her DNA that I’m running, but
    so far I’ve not heard back. But the girl in this picture looks like your daughter
    Anderson, doesn’t she? I don’t know why she’s been hiding out the way she has, but I
    intend to find out.”
    “Yes.” Baldwin looked at the blurred picture of the woman. Even with the poor
    quality of the picture, he knew that it was her. “Call them up, rush it. I want to know
    now.”
    He looked at Steward when he said nothing. There was more, he just knew it, and
    when he got the information, his well-controlled temper was going to detonate. He told
    him to tell him.

    “The ring was in the building.” The fucking ring. The motherfucking ring was there
    and not where it was supposed to be. Which was with him. “Bart, the younger, took it
    from the courier this morning. Killed him and three other men while they were en route
    to us. He took not just the ring, which was the most valuable piece, but he also took the
    money they were bringing here. I’m guessing that it, as well as the cash, was in the
    building when it went up. I’m going to have his home searched, of course, but I’d not
    hold out much hope. The kid, for all his stupidity, seemed to know just when to lay
    low.”
    “Why wasn’t I told about this before now?” Steward told him that he’d only just
    found out too. “And how do we know that it’s him? And not some random fuck that is
    going to die too?”
    “He left you a note. Well, not you, but the person he was robbing.” Baldwin asked
    him what it said. “It says thank you for the