How could he fucking lose her?

I was already going to kill Raphael when he called to give me the news, but now, after discovering where Alice is, I’m going to torture him over multiple days until he dies a slow death.

I grab my phone to call Anthony. I tell him to get ready with two more men and wait for me in the car.

Raphael took her to the fucking farmers’ market, when I’d specifically told him to take her to the grocery store. Wasn't he thinking at all? Walter's whole operation is a farm. You could even call him a farmer, technically, if farmers had armies of thugs to intimidate the people they’d trafficked.

I don't like to ask Walter’s victims many questions about what he has done to them because those are not happy stories, but I don't need to hear all the facts to know how much he has fucked them up. I’ve seen the fear in their eyes, the bottomless abyss whenever something reminds them of their time at the asparagus farm.

I remember going in to pick up a few workers and help them escape.

Those guys were more nervous than a scurry of squirrels surrounded by murderous owls. They jumped into the car in a rush, then immediately ducked down so they wouldn't be spotted from the outside.

We told them we’d taken care of security so there was nothing to worry about. Still, they would only sit up after driving across the town and passing the gates into my property.

Every single batch of people we rescued acted the same way, and eventually I stopped asking them to chill and just let them gradually get used to their new lives.

Fuck knows what he's doing to Alice now.

Luckily, I put a tracker on her phone so I know where she is. Otherwise, no one would even know where she is. Fuck, I don't know if she's alive. Maybe she’s not.

I take a deep, calming breath.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because it's not true. Of course she's alive. She has to be.

It has barely been one hour since I took Raphael’s call, and our car is already approaching Walter’s farm.

Walter wouldn’t kill her in a hurry. He’d try to use her against me, threatening to hurt her if I don’t back off. That doesn't give me much comfort or consolation, but at least she lives, in all probability. Once I get her back, she’ll be able to move on and put this whole episode behind her.

I’ll just have to make this particular rescue mission work. It won't be my first one, but it will be my most dangerous one yet.

This time, I have one target to rescue, instead of just taking whoever shows up at the set place and time. Also, I have to actually go in there, instead of just parking right outside.

At least I have Anthony and two other men with me. We’ll be completely outnumbered, but I also can't take more men as that would leave my property insufficiently protected and put everyone else at risk.

I’ve already asked Raphael to get the police involved, so we’ll have back-up, assuming he manages to convince them to come at all.

Yeah, I know, it's reckless. But I can't just sit around while Alice may be going through hell due to my stupidity.

The cops have kept their distance from Walter, either out of ignorance or laziness, but they’ll have to come this time.

I can show them the tracker on the phone as proof that Alice, who is legally my employee, is on their premises. I can't prove that she’s being held there against her will, but hopefully the fact that she’s unlikely to venture there on her own will be enough to persuade those cops.

Anthony looks over his shoulder as he leads the way toward the main building on Walter’s land. We stay near the perimeter, which I used to patrol as part of his security. This area is more strictly monitored, but most of the property is taken up by the asparagus farm, which provides practically zero cover.

In other words, we’re just relying on dumb luck, and my knowledge of their security shift change, which must be outdated by now. I’m counting on Walter’s men being too lazy to change and randomize their schedules.

Miraculously, all four of us make it safely to the main building. We stop by the back entrance.

Once we force open the door and rush in, there’s no going back. We’re either going to save Alice and all go home in one piece, or we’ll all die.

With my hands, I give Anthony the signal to wait. I quickly check my phone. Still no message from Raphael.

Shit.

I remind myself that he has to be coming with reinforcements soon. I asked him to tell the cops I was going to Walter’s farm with armed men to rescue Alice. So, whether it’s now or later, they have to come.

They can stall when it comes to looking for a missing person, but not when a private citizen has basically admitted to breaking, entering, and attacking another’s property.

I wish I could wait for them to come, but then I hear a woman screaming.

It’s Alice’s voice.

It all happens so fast, once I give Anthony the signal to move.

We shoot the lock using the gun with the silencer and pry the door open, then advance down a dirty, narrow hallway with gray, unpainted concrete floors and gray, unpainted cinderblock walls.

Jesus, I almost forget how depressing this place is.

I was worried we’d have trouble finding Alice, but it turns out to be easy enough, although that’s not necessarily a good thing.

Basically, we just follow the noises. A man is shouting, and Alice is still screaming—from fear, hopefully, and not from pain.

We’re finally close enough to make out the words they’re saying. I’m almost sure the voices are coming from the open doorway in front and to the right of us.

“Stay still, bitch! Or I swear I’ll fucking cut you,” says the man sharply.

Alice whimpers.

Whoever just threatened her, he’s a dead motherfucker.

I take a quick look inside through the open doorway, while staying covered behind the wall.

Four men. Walter, a man whom everyone calls Cyclops because he only has one eye, and two seemingly low-level thugs who look smug. Like cats who have just presented their master with a dead rat.

Alice is sitting in one corner, crying quietly. Her shoulders are pulled back, presumably because they’ve tied her hands together behind her back.

I wish I could just rush inside and pull her into my arms. I wish I could tell her everything’s going to be okay, now that I’m here.

But I need to get rid of these guys first.

I hold up four fingers to let Anthony know how many targets are inside. Four against four. We can take them out. It’s not impossible. We have the element of surprise, and we’re more heavily armed than they are.

I give them the approximate locations of the four men inside the room and we divide up the work.

Then, we go in, guns blazing.

As I hoped, they’re caught by surprise. Their jaws hang open and their eyes flick around the room in confusion, before they finally realize what’s going on and reach for their guns.

By then, it’s too late.

One of the thugs is down, and so is Cyclops. A couple of shots hit my bullet-resistant vest and bounce off in defeat.

I fix my eyes on Walter and take my shot.

My first shot misses as he starts running for cover.

I quickly recover from the recoil and take another shot. It hits him in the chest and throws his shoulders back. He falls backward onto the smooth, hard concrete floor.

Finally, the volley of gunshots stop. I scan the room to see the aftermath.

Three men down. Four of my men standing, although Anthony and another man are hurt—shot in their limbs. Not deadly, but debilitatingly painful.

One thug is missing. He probably went out the door on the other side of the room. Fucking coward. He could be telling everyone about us right now.

I put my gun back in the holster and approach Alice, who’s curled up in fetal position in the corner, on the cold floor.

I crouch down, grab my pocket knife, and cut off the rope behind her back.

She glances at me through a veil of messy blonde hair, absolute dread in her eyes. She looks so afraid, so fragile.

“It’s okay now,” I say, not daring to touch her for fear she might shatter. Regret fills my chest. This is what I’ve reduced her to. She was a happy, successful woman before me, and now she’s just another victim. I disgust myself.

Alice says something, but I can’t make out the words because she’s murmuring.

I lean closer, pricking my ears up.

“Sorry,” she says. “I’m so sorry.”

I start to reach for her, but something happens before I get the chance to touch her.

A deafeningly loud gunshot crackles through the air.

My ears start ringing, and suddenly I feel weak. And cold. My knees fold under me.

“No!” Alice screams, but it sounds like she’s far away. So far away.

I hear heavy footsteps enter the room. The cops? It must be the cops.

Alice’s hand lands on my face, stroking my skin. “I’m so sorry, Seth. I’m so sorry,” she sobs over and over.

No, it’s okay, I want to tell her.

It’s not her fault. None of this is her fault.

I’m the one who got her involved, and now I’m getting the punishment I deserve for bringing her here and getting her almost killed.

But at least she’s safe now.

Everything is right with the world now.