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“Are you still there?” a deep male voice said. “This is Officer Mark Jensen with Scotland Yard. I hear you’re looking for a woman called Sarah. Would that be Sarah Davidson by any chance?”

What the hell? Megan mouthed at Elle.

This time Elle did the talking. “This is Elle Roberts-Knight. I’m on speaker phone with my colleague, Megan Raast. I’m afraid we don’t know her last name, but we’re looking for a Sarah. One of our team members went missing this morning, and he had a Sarah in his contacts with this number.”

“Benson Security, huh? You guys are famous around the station. Been a lot of trouble since you opened up shop in London.”

“You call it trouble, we call it getting the bad guys that the police couldn’t catch,” Megan drawled.

“Let’s just agree to disagree on that.” Mark sighed. “Sarah Davidson went missing this morning too.”

Elle’s mouth was suddenly dry. She wet her lips. “Missing how?”

“You first,” he said. “Who’s missing and what happened?”

Cops. So trusting. “Ryan Granger, the bodyguard who was shot last year in the op that exposed the Met’s dirty laundry.”

“Thought he was in a coma.” Suddenly, Mark sounded very attentive.

“Woke up a few months ago. He had an appointment with his neurologist this morning, and no one’s seen him since. He’s not answering his phone either.”

“What makes you think he hasn’t just gone for a walk? Or headed to the beach for the day?”

“We, uh, have him tagged with a GPS locator—with his permission,” she hastened to add, feeling her cheeks heat at the lie.

Megan rolled her eyes. It took a whole lot more than lying to a cop to make Megan blush.

“Anyway.” Elle hurried on. “The signal disappeared this morning.”

“What do you mean disappeared?”

“There’s no sign of it anywhere. It’s like he fell off the face of the earth. What about Sarah, what happened there?”

They heard him take a deep breath. “She went to meet a new client at a local cafe and didn’t come back. There’s no record of the client other than the note in her calendar, and someone at the cafe saw her get into a black cab with a man she’d just met. Said she was staggering, as though drunk. The guy told them she was ill and he was taking her to hospital. We haven’t found a record of her being admitted to any hospitals. What does Ryan look like?”

“You’re thinking he was the guy with Sarah, aren’t you?”

“I’m not dismissing any possibility, just following the investigation,” he said evenly.

It was Elle’s turn to take a breath. “He’s about six foot tall, broad, muscled, floppy caramel-colored hair, Caucasian with a slight tan. Handsome and approachable, women fall all over him.” She looked at Megan for confirmation.

“Green eyes,” Megan added. “Small scar on his nose. Clean shaven. Smiles a lot.”

“Does it sound like Ryan was the one with Sarah?” Elle said.

“No.”

Elle leaned into the phone. “The police don’t usually get involved when someone’s only been missing a few hours.”

“Sarah didn’t go willingly. The cafe staff were worried and called us.”

“We need to talk in person,” Megan said. “Our boss, Callum McKay, will want to share information with you guys. It looks like your missing person and ours are connected. Especially as we’ve just found out that Ryan’s messaging accounts were hacked and someone took the time to read all of his messages to Sarah.”

“I’ll be straight over,” Mark said. “And I’ll want to see those messages.” He hung up.

“You’d better run downstairs and tell Callum the police are coming,” Elle told Megan. “You can update him and Julia while you’re there.”

“Why does it have to be me?” she whined.