Monica frowned when the world went spinning. “Whoa. I must be hungrier than I thought. There’s a…” She watched the golden arches disappear behind them as he got back on the interstate. “I need to eat.”

“You’ll eat later,” he said coldly. “For now, just shut up.”

Monica stared at him. “Stop. Let me out.”

He laughed. “I’ll stop when I get to where you’re going.”

Monica tried to grab the door handle, but her hand didn’t move. Her body didn’t move. She couldn’t move.

“You can’t move,” he said. “Don’t worry. The drug’s only temporary.”

She couldn’t see him anymore. She’d closed her eyes and now couldn’t open them. Oh God. Oh God. What’s happening? She tried to scream, but couldn’t. Mom.

“Hey, it’s me,” he said. He’d made a call on his phone. “I have her.” He laughed softly. “Oh, she’s very pretty. And she just might be a virgin like she claimed all along. I’m bringing her in. Have my money ready. Cash, like always.”

She heard a sound, a terrified keening, and knew it came from her own throat.

“You shoulda listened to your mama,” he said mockingly. “Now you’re mine.”

Ridgefield House, Georgia, Friday, February 2, 1:30 p.m.

The ringing of Bobby’s cell phone brought an abrupt halt to their chess game.

Charles paused, his forefinger hovering over his queen. “Do you need to get that?”

Bobby checked the caller ID and frowned. It was Rocky, calling from her private phone. “Yes, I do. Excuse me, please.”

Charles gestured his assent. “By all means. Should I leave the room?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bobby said, then into the phone asked, “Why are you calling?”

“Because Granville called me,” Rocky said tensely, road noise in the background. She was in her car. “ Mansfield ’s with him at the river place. Mansfield got a text from Granville saying Daniel Vartanian knew about the product, that he’s coming with the state police. Granville says he didn’t send the message. I don’t think he’s lying.”

Bobby said nothing. This was far worse an outcome than expected.

After a moment of silence, Rocky hesitantly added, “Vartanian wouldn’t have warned them. He would have just shown up with a SWAT team. I… I think we were too late.”

“We were too late?” Bobby asked scathingly and there was silence.

“All right,” Rocky said quietly. “I was too late. But it’s done now. We have to assume the river place has been compromised.”

“Fuck,” Bobby muttered, then winced when Charles lifted his brows admonishingly. “Clear out by the river, not the road. The last thing you want is to meet the cops coming in as you’re driving out. Call Jersey. He’s moved shipments for me before.”

“Granville called him and he’s on his way. Trouble is, we can only fit six in the boat.”

Bobby scowled. “ Jersey ’s boat is big enough to fit twelve in the cargo hold, easily.”

“That boat’s elsewhere. This is the only vehicle he had available.”

Dammit. Bobby glanced at Charles, who listened avidly. “Eliminate what you can’t carry. Make sure you leave nothing behind. Understand? Nothing can remain. Use the river if you don’t have time to make other arrangements. There are some sandbags behind the generator. Bring them here. I’ll meet you at the dock.”

“Will do. I’m on my way down there to make sure those two don’t fuck it up.”

“Good. And watch Granville. He’s…” Bobby glanced at Charles again, saw he now appeared amused. “He’s not stable.”

“I know. One more thing. I hear Daniel Vartanian went to the bank today.”

This was far better news. “And? What did you hear that he came out with?”

“Nothing. The safe-deposit box was empty.”

Of course it was. Because I emptied it myself years ago. “That’s interesting. We’ll discuss it later. Now move. Call me when the job is done.” Bobby hung up and met Charles’s curious gaze. “You know, you could have told me Toby Granville was unraveling before I took him on as a business partner. Freaking crazy SOB.”

Charles’s mouth curled up in a self-satisfied smile. “And miss all the fun? I don’t think so. How is your new assistant working out?”

“Smart. Still gets a little green around the gills when she has to process orders, but never lets the men see it. And it’s never stopped her from getting the job done.”

“Excellent. Glad to hear it.” He tilted his head. “So is everything else all right?”

Bobby sat back, brows lifted. “Your business is fine. Nothing else is your business.”

“As long as my investment continues to pay dividends, you may have your secrets.”

“Oh, you’ll get your dividends. This has been a very good year. Base business profits are up forty percent and the new premium line is just flying out the door.”

“But you’re about to ‘eliminate’ stock.”

“That stock was at the end of its useful life anyway. Now, where were we?”

Charles moved his queen. “Checkmate, I believe.”

Bobby swore lightly, then sighed. “So it is. I should have seen that coming, but I never do. You’ve always been the master of the chessboard.”

“I’ve always been the master,” Charles corrected, and pure reflex had Bobby sitting up a little straighter. Charles nodded, and Bobby swallowed back the annoyance that rose every time Charles tugged the reins. “Of course, I didn’t drop by simply to beat you at chess,” he said. “I have some news. A plane landed in Atlanta this morning.”

An uneasy shiver skittered up Bobby’s spine. “So? Hundreds of planes land in Atlanta every day. Thousands even.”

“True.” Charles began putting the chess pieces in the ivory case he carried with him everywhere. “But this plane carried a traveler in whom you have a vested interest.”

“Who?”

Charles met Bobby’s narrowed eyes with another satisfied smile. “Susannah Vartanian is back in town,” he said, holding up the white ivory queen. “Again.”

Bobby took the queen from Charles’s hand, trying to appear blasé, when inside a geyser exploded. “Well, well.”

“Well, well, indeed. You missed last time.”

“I didn’t try last time,” Bobby snapped defensively. “She was only here a day when the judge and his wife were buried last week.” Susannah had stood at her brother’s side at their parents’ grave, her face expressionless even though turbulence had churned in her gray eyes. Just seeing her again after all this time… The turbulence in Susannah’s eyes was nothing compared to the seething rage Bobby had been forced to swallow.

“Don’t you snap the head off my queen, Bobby,” Charles drawled. “She was hand-carved by a master craftsman outside Saigon. She’s worth more than you are.”

Bobby placed the queen on Charles’s palm, ignoring that last jab. Calm down. You make mistakes when you’re riled. “She went back to New York too quickly last week. I didn’t have time to adequately prepare.” It sounded whiny, which made Bobby angrier.

“Planes fly both ways, Bobby. You didn’t have to wait for her to return.” Charles snuggled the queen into her velvet slot within his ivory case. “But, it would appear you now have a second chance. I hope you plan more effectively this time.”

“On that you can depend.”

Charles’s smile was cagey. “Just promise me a ringside seat when the fireworks begin. I’m partial to the red fireworks myself.”

Bobby’s smile was grim. “I can guarantee lots of red. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some pressing business to attend to.”

Charles stood. “I have to be going anyway. I have a funeral to attend.”

“Who’s getting buried today?”

“Lisa Woolf.”

“Well, Jim and Marianne Woolf better enjoy it. At least they won’t have to fight the other reporters. They’ll have a ringside seat, right on the family pew.”

“Bobby.” Charles shook his head in mock outrage. “Such a thing to say.”