"And contact the city police. Pull all nearby traffic cameras. Focus on the highways and suburban backroads. That chopper has to land somewhere."
Hanging up, he immediately dialed his executive assistant, firing off follow-up instructions at rapid speed.
"Mike got away. Initiate the emergency protocol and lock down The Davidson Group and Ninesky. Beef up security at every single entrance and exit."
"Especially at the vacation villa where Niki is. Increase the manpower tenfold. I want twenty-four-hour rotations."
"No one gets within a hundred feet of that property. Also, pull all of Mike's immigration records and social contacts. Make a list of everyone he interacted with in Ashford and investigate them one by one."
He had been just one step away from capturing the man and severing the ties backing Ella once and for all.
But he had fallen short at the last possible second, letting the guy slip right out from under his nose.
Mike's backup plan was much more formidable than they had anticipated.
To mobilize a private helicopter and brazenly orchestrate a rescue on the outskirts of Westbrook... the organization behind him was terrifyingly powerful. This was far beyond just the remnants of Ella's group.
Danielle looked at his rigid jawline and gently rubbed his back. "Don't stress. He can't run far. A helicopter's flight path can't evade ATC radar. As soon as we find the landing zone, we'll track him down."
Alex reached back and grabbed her hand.
"Did that scare you?" he asked.
She shook her head, squeezing his hand back. "I'm fine. Not a scratch."
"But you need to pace yourself. The worse things get, the more level-headed you need to be."
Her gaze drifted toward the dark sky where the helicopter had vanished.
"There's someone else behind Mike. A major player."


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