Chapter 6
Ethan’s grip tightened around his phone so hard the screen cracked slightly under his thumb.
“If you touch a single hair on her head, Chloe, I will destroy everything your family owns,” Ethan threatened.
“You already ruined my life today!” Chloe screamed into the phone.
“My father’s career is over! The media is outside my house! I have nothing left to lose!”
“Then tell me where she is, and I’ll let you leave the country,” Ethan lied smoothly, trying to buy time.
Through the receiver, Ethan could hear the faint sound of a foghorn blowing in the background.
His sharp mind immediately began processing the acoustic detail.
Foghorns in New York were distinct to three specific maritime locations: Montauk, Staten Island, and Brooklyn Navy Yard.
“Nice try, Ethan,” Chloe hissed. “You have four hours to pull Victoria off the case.”
The line went dead.
Ethan turned back to the car, pointing at Marcus. “Trace that call’s cell tower immediately!”
“On it,” Marcus said, pulling up his portable tracking terminal.
Sarah stepped out of the Maybach, holding Lily’s small jacket over her arm.
“Ethan, we don't have time to go to Vermont if Clara is in danger right now,” Sarah pleaded.
“The key in Vermont opens the diary, Sarah,” Ethan said, his analytical brain racing.
“Without the diary, we don't know who else was working with Chloe to keep Clara hidden.”
“The call bounced off a tower near the East River,” Marcus announced, looking up from his screen.
“Brooklyn Navy Yard. Pier 4.”
Ethan looked down at his daughter, who was watching him with wide, trusting eyes from the back seat.
He realized he couldn't take her into a battleground at the docks.
“Sarah, take Lily to my sister’s house in Westchester under trooper guard,” Ethan commanded.
“What about you?” Sarah asked, concern written all over her face.
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Ethan rebuttoned his midnight blue suit jacket, his jaw set in an immovable line of absolute protection.
“Marcus and I are going to Brooklyn.”
