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Riot leaned closer. “Who the fuck is Alistair Voss?”

“Owner of Voss International Shipping,” Mouse said. “He’s got warehouses in three states, contracts with several major freight companies, and more money than most of us will see in our lifetimes.”

Monster rested both hands on the table. “Does he have a criminal record?”

“He’s clean as a whistle,” Mouse said.

“How about his associates? They can’t all be clean,” Monster insisted.

“They aren’t,” Mouse said. He tapped a key, bringing up several photographs. The first showed a silver-haired man in an expensive suit. He appeared to be in his late fifties, with cold blue eyes and the polished smile of someone accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. The second photograph showed the same man standing outside a courthouse with a dark-haired woman on his arm.

Riot studied her face. She looked familiar. “Who is she?”

“Cassandra Voss. His daughter,” Mouse said.

Riot leaned closer to the screen. The woman looked enough like Delaney to be her sister. She had the same dark hair, same heart-shaped face, and same slender build. “They took the wrong woman,” Riot said.

“Looks that way,” Mouse agreed.

Monster’s expression turned grim. “Why would someone kidnap Voss’s daughter?”

“I’m still digging, but there’s more,” Mouse said. He opened another image. It was a picture of Delaney walking out of an office building. She wore a gray skirt and blue blouse, with her dark hair was pulled into a loose knot. She looked confident and happy—nothing like the terrified woman upstairs.

Riot’s chest tightened. “Delaney Cross,” Mouse said. “Twenty-nine. Works as an internal auditor for Voss International Shipping.”

“Shit,” Monster muttered.

Riot understood immediately. “They didn’t grab her only because she looked like Cassandra.”

“Maybe not.” Mouse opened Delaney’s employment file. “Three weeks ago, she accessed financial records connected to a subsidiary called Holloway Logistics.”

“The ledger that she was talking about,” Riot said.

“That’s my guess,” Mouse agreed.

“Was she auditing them?” Riot asked.

“I can’t tell yet. The records were flagged and removed from the company server two days after she accessed them,” Mouse said.

“Removed by whom?” Riot asked.

“That’s what I’m trying to discover,” Mouse said.

Riot looked at Monster. “The men who took her thought she knew where the records went.”

“And she might,” Monster said. A memory surfaced of Delaney lying on the examination table, insisting she knew nothing about a ledger or shipment. She could have been telling the truth, or she could have known exactly what the men wanted and been too frightened to trust them. Riot wouldn’t blame her either way.

“What does Holloway ship?” Monster asked.

“Officially? Construction equipment and industrial machinery.” Mouse leaned back in his chair. “Unofficially, I have three federal investigations that vanished before charges were filed.”

“Drugs?” Riot asked.

“Possibly. Weapons are more likely,” Mouse said.

Monster looked toward the ceiling, as though he could see Delaney in the room above them. “Does anyone know she’s here?”

“Not unless Mayhem was followed,” Mouse said.