Chapter 341

Chapter 341:

“Not the office. Victoria’s lake house. And hurry.”

Alexander ended the call and climbed into his car. As he drove away from the scene, leaving the FBI to process evidence, a single thought burned in his mind: he would find Camille. He would bring her home. And then he would make Rose pay for every second of fear she had caused.

The drive to the lake house was a battle against time and his own racing thoughts. Alexander made calls continuously—to his security teams, to his tech specialists, to anyone who might help locate Camille. He ordered satellite imagery of the area where she was taken, traffic camera footage, cell tower data—anything that might give them a lead.

Victoria was waiting on the deck when he arrived, her face pale but composed. Despite her illness, despite her recent treatments, she stood straight and commanding. The sight gave Alexander a flicker of hope. If anyone could match Rose’s determination, it was Victoria Kane.

“The FBI will be here in thirty minutes,” he reported. “Stefan Rodriguez shortly after. I’ve got my own teams setting up tracking operations.”

Victoria nodded, gesturing for him to follow her inside. The living room had been transformed in record time. Computer screens lined one wall. Maps covered another. Victoria’s assistant directed a constant flow of staff setting up equipment.

“Tell me what you know about the note,” Victoria said, moving to a chair at the head of the hastily arranged conference table.

Alexander placed the evidence bag containing Rose’s message before her. “The FBI is analyzing it for fingerprints, DNA, any trace evidence. But Rose isn’t stupid. She wouldn’t leave anything that could lead us to her.”

Victoria read the note, her expression darkening. “Forty-eight hours.”

“We’ll find her before then,” Alexander insisted, trying to believe his own words.

“Yes, we will.” Victoria looked up at him, steel in her gaze. “Because we know Rose better than she knows herself. She’s driven by emotions—hatred, jealousy, obsession. Those make her powerful, but they also make her predictable.”

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Before Alexander could respond, the door opened. Stefan entered, his face drawn with worry. Behind him came Agent Chen and three other FBI agents, carrying equipment and files.

“The team is setting up a perimeter around the property,” Chen informed them. “No one gets within a mile without us knowing.”

Victoria acknowledged this with a nod, then turned her attention to Stefan. “You know Rose better than any of us. Where would she take Camille?”

Stefan moved to the maps on the wall, studying them intently. “She’d want somewhere isolated.”

“Somewhere she controls completely. And somewhere meaningful to her narrative.”

“What narrative?” Alexander asked.

“That Camille stole her life,” Stefan explained. “Rose believes everything Camille has should have been hers—the family, the status, me, everything. In her mind, Camille is the thief, not her.”

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