The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1408

How could he let her put herself in danger?

These people were psychotic. If they got desperate and hurt Danielle, he couldn't even stomach the thought.

"If I don't go, they'll just escalate."

Danielle squeezed his hand back. "They're in the shadows, we're in the spotlight. We're sitting ducks."

"It's better if I go and draw them out. We set the trap, pull the net tight, and end this forever. That's the only way Niki is going to be safe."

Her logic was flawless.

Alex knew she was right, but the terror in his chest refused to settle.

Seeing the absolute resolve in her eyes, he knew there was no talking her out of it. Plus, strategically, it really was the best play.

After a tense standoff, Alex finally caved.

But his grip on her hand turned bone-crushing. "Fine. But we do it exactly how I say. I'm calling the shots on security. My best men will be trailing you, and I'm setting the perimeter. You do not take a single risk."

"I promise," Danielle said.

Even with her word, Alex was practically vibrating with tension.

He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed his executive assistant.

"Tear that burner number apart. I want every ping, every tower bounce, everything."

"Pull twenty of our top-tier security guys. Split them into two teams. Team A does recon and sets a perimeter at whatever location they give us. Team B shadows Danielle. Keep a distance, stay invisible, and wait for my command."

At 1:00 AM, Danielle's phone buzzed again. It was the same burner number, finally dropping the location and time.

"Tomorrow 8 PM. Red Maple Ridge abandoned lumber yard. Come alone. No games, or you'll regret it."

Red Maple Ridge. Out in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by dense woods, zero foot traffic. The perfect spot for a dirty deal.

A murderous glint flashed in Alex's eyes as he stared at the screen. He immediately called his assistant, ordering a full tactical layout of the lumber yard, demanding every exit and blind spot mapped out.

The following day felt eerily normal, but a brutal undercurrent was churning just beneath the surface.

Alex cleared his entire schedule, staying glued to Danielle's side as he ran through the tactical plan a dozen times.

Texts flooded his phone—topographical maps, sniper placements, undercover police coordination—everything locked down to the inch.