"Forget about being safe. Go get her."

FRASER WASN'T ANSWERING his phone.

Not good. Marrok had tried to reach him twice on the plane when he hadn't checked back in with him. He'd called a third time once he'd reached the ground.

Marrok strode out of the airport and jumped into the rental car.

He got the call from Bridget when he was pulling out of the parking lot.

"Something's wrong." Bridget's voice was shaking. "Something bad."

"Take it easy. Do you know what it is?"

"Something's… gone."

Shit.

"Look, hold on, Bridget. I'll take care of it."

"Too late. It's already started. Fraser…"

"We don't know that yet. And if it is, we have to keep it from getting worse. I'm on my way to Devon Brady's office right now. I'm pulling her out."

"And I'm going to that farm to find Fraser."

"No," he said sharply. He didn't want Bridget blundering into Danner's hands if he'd already made his move.

"Don't tell me no," she said fiercely. "I worked with Fraser for three years. He's been as close to a friend as I've had here. I owe it to him."

"You don't owe it to him to get yourself killed."

"I'm going."

"Okay." Try to get something positive out of this since he couldn't convince her. "But take a team and try to get the housekeeper and Nicholas Gilroy out of there before you go looking for Fraser. Will you do that for me?"

Silence. "Yes."

She'd agreed too easily, Marrok thought. Because in her heart, she believed it was too late for Fraser. "Good. Keep in touch."

"Marrok."

"Yes."

"Hurry. Devon Brady's office, the clinic. It's not safe there either." She hung up the phone.

Marrok muttered a curse as he punched in the number Walt had given him for Nick Gilroy.

"Gilroy, you've never met me. My name is Jude Marrok."

"No, but I've heard about you. Devon is very irritated with the way you-"