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Ahmed waited until the group from Thornwood drove away, heading back to inform their boss that they were as incompetent as he was, before breaking into the house. It was pathetically simple. The home’s security system wouldn’t keep out a determined child.

Once inside, he slowly made his way through the rooms, searching for any clue to where the doctor might have taken the woman. In truth, this mission was beneath him. He had several men loyal to their cause who were capable of finding one woman.

But few of those devout men would enjoy what they could do once they found her as much as he would.

He allowed himself a moment to savor the burst of anticipation before refocusing on the task at hand. If they had gone to the police, then all was likely lost. He suspected they had not. She was from a wealthy family, connected to a prominent company. She wouldn’t want the attention. At the very least, he had to proceed as though they hadn’t until he knew otherwise.

If she tried contacting her family, he would be informed. The most obvious places she might choose to go were all covered. That left him to learn of the places the doctor might choose for them.

As he searched, he studied the man’s home, gathering an impression of the man who lived here, all the better to understand his quarry. It was clear he lived alone. The house was small, the furnishings basic.

A simple man.

A man who had no idea what he was interfering with.

A man who shouldn’t prove to be much of an adversary.

Pictures lined the walls, displaying a multitude of faces, each of them a possible ally the doctor might turn to. Even if Ahmed was able to identify all of them, the sheer number made it unlikely he would be able to locate the correct one.

Arriving in a home office, he found an address book sitting next to the phone. A quick flip through its pages revealed names, addresses and phone numbers, all meticulously documented. Perhaps the doctor would turn to one of the people listed. He tucked the book into his coat pocket.

He was about to leave the room when a business card tacked to a board above the desk caught his attention. He didn’t question why the man had it. All that mattered was that he did.