“Pack a bag, Elena. Now!” Marcus shouted, grabbing “Elena’s” arm.
“What is happening?” she cried, terrified by the sudden shift from domestic safety to tactical panic. “Who are those men?”
“Men who want to hurt you,” Marcus said, shoving a coat into her hands. He looked at Dominic. “Where do we go? The airport is watched. The train stations will be swarming.”
Dominic checked the perimeter feeds. “They are cutting off the bridges. We’re boxed in.”
Marcus realized with a sickening jolt that there was only one place in New York with enough private security and press presence to deter a kidnapping: The Croft Wedding.
“We go to the Conservatory,” Marcus decided, his voice grim.
“To the wedding?” Dominic argued. “You’ll destroy him, Marcus. He’s about to say ‘I do’ to Sophie.”
“It’s the only way to keep her alive,” Marcus said, pulling the confused Victoria toward the fire escape. “I have to break his heart to save his wife.”