I woke up in our Thailand hotel and discovered my husband and his family had disappeared. They took my phone, stole my passport, and even canceled my flight home. The only thing my husband left behind was a note: “You’re on your own. Figure it out.”

“No.”

Another pause.

Then his voice became steady.

“Understood. Stay at the hotel. Do not contact Julian if you find another way to reach him. Do not tell anyone connected to him that you have reached us.”

“What about Maya?”

“We’re dealing with that now.”

I swallowed.

“Julian believes he can use her to pressure me into surrendering my equity in the firm.”

“That needs to be documented.”

“He’s already on the way to the United States.”

“That helps.”

I stared at the phone.

“Helps?”

“It means we know where he is for the next several hours.”

For the first time that morning, my breathing slowed.

Julian believed he had removed every option.

No phone.

No passport.

No family.

No ticket.

But he did not know about Blue Lantern.

Martin continued.

“A regional security contact is being dispatched. We’re also notifying legal counsel and the appropriate diplomatic channels. Stay where you are until someone arrives.”