Roman

In the silence of my car, I pulled out my phone and rang a number that I had memorized. A contact I only called in emergencies. A number that I always deleted from the phone memory after I used it.

"I thought I told you never to call me again," a female's voice said through the phone, no humor to her tone.

"It's an emergency," I said through gritted teeth.

"It always is with you."

"Goddammit, D, I don't have time to chit-chat."

She tsked. "Alright already. Calm your farm."

I shoved down the frustrated curt response about to lash off the tip of my tongue. Control yourself, Roman. Yelling at D was not going to get Jules back. "I need you to check something in the Tyrell accounts."

"The Tyrells have a number of accounts."

"Check all of them."

"All of them?"

"I have an amount and a date. Check all of them."

There was a soft sigh at the end. "I don't know why I keep doing shit for you."

"'Cause you secretly love me." I couldn't help but joke despite the situation.

She snorted.

I recited the information Goldfish had given to me. There was a pause and tapping.

Finally, her voice came back online. "Yup, there it is coming out of one of the Tyrell subsidiaries…$7,275, Nemo's Furniture Removals, thirtieth of August."

My blood turned cold.

Goldfish was telling the truth. My father lied to me. He paid to have Julianna kidnapped.

The contract's still open.