said there was a family emergency.
My stomach dropped.
I called the police.
Jonah paced outside the building while I gave them every detail I had. When I finished, he approached me with a look I had never seen before.
“I know where they might have taken him.”
“Who?”
“The people who framed me.”
He explained that his cousin Daniel had maintained a private property outside the city. Officially, it belonged to a company that had been dissolved years earlier.
Unofficially, Jonah believed Daniel still used it to store documents
and valuables.
Including the evidence that could destroy him.
We drove there with the police on their way, refusing to wait until we had confirmation that my brother was safe.
The property was surrounded by a tall metal fence.
The gate stood open.
Jonah told me to stay in the car.
I refused.
“He’s my brother.”
“And you’re my wife,” Jonah replied. “I’m not losing you too.”
Before I could answer, a light switched on inside the building.
A figure appeared behind the window.
My brother.
Alive.
I ran toward
