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      Jeremy

      My world closes in on me in slow motion as I witness the scene in front of me in astonished disbelief. My chest is collapsing within my ribcage. I can’t breathe. Alexa has literally disappeared from within an inch of my grasp, before my very eyes.

      ‘Sam, grab that taxi, we need to follow them. Quick, jump in.’ We leap into the back of the first black London cab idling in the rank.

      ‘Follow that black sedan in front,’ I shout at the driver. ‘We can’t afford to lose them.’

      He drives off much too slowly. ‘This isn’t Hollywood, mate. Let me tell you right now, I’m not losin’ my fuckin’ licence for a bit of your James Bond nonsense.’

      I slam the seat hard with my fist. What a fucking nightmare!

      The driver immediately pulls over to the kerb. ‘Get out, get out of my cab, I don’t need you bastards smashing things up. Piss off. Go on, get out.’

      Shit. I’ve never been this out of control.

      When it becomes clear that the driver is going nowhere with us inside his cab, we scramble out again. Sam stands speechless and shocked as we are left on the side of the road wondering what the hell we are going to do now.

      * * *

      We arrived at Heathrow late last night as I had a meeting cancelled and could get to London earlier than planned. I couldn’t wait to surprise Alexa by greeting her personally, to wrap my arms around her and tell her how much I’ve missed her, how much she means to me. I had the whole day planned. I took the liberty of taking a larger hotel suite than usual so we could share, but booked a small room in her name too, just in case she had an issue with it — I know Alex has quite fixed ideas when it comes to presenting a professional persona to the outside world. Given this is her first involvement with the Global Research Forum she may have wanted to keep up certain appearances and I didn’t want to kick-start our time together making incorrect assumptions. I know it wouldn’t take much convincing for her to stay with me, but if it would make her happy to have a room booked in her own name as well, then I’m all for it, particularly after everything she went through last time we met up. God, I just shake my head at the thought. Having her consent freely to what she went through, what she agreed to, for me. What a woman, she just never ceases to amaze me. It literally makes my cock tingle thinking about her — how damn gorgeous she looks when she desperately tries to deny what her body is feeling, sounding all prim and proper. I always try to remain as aloof as possible until it gets so ridiculous I have to hit her with her own redundant attitudes head on — or simply touch her. Both strategies have yielded me endless success in the past. I hadn’t decided whether we should consummate our reunion on arrival or later in the day. Even though the delay would be gratifying, I didn’t think I’d have the restraint to wait given it’s been over a month since I’ve seen her.

      And now I catch a glimpse of her for two seconds and then she vanishes and it’s my fucking fault. Shit! I’ve been briefed on her every movement since she returned to Hobart, every single move. We even had cameras installed to monitor her front gate so we could identify every person who entered her house. I didn’t mention it to Alexa, as I didn’t want to freak her out, particularly over the phone, and then she’d have to explain to Robert why we needed to take extra precautions so I decided it wasn’t worth all the hassle. Better I just make the decisions and deal with any consequences later, it’s more my style.

      I also haven’t told her that my computer suffered an attempted hacking. They accessed some files and, although thankfully they didn’t access those I had embedded with additional security, they still have more than enough information about Alexa’s involvement in the experiment than I would like. I get the sense that they have an idea of where we are going with the formula. I have no doubts now that they want what we have got. Thank god I didn’t send her the detailed documents. If she knew everything it would make things so much worse for her. I just didn’t realise they would take things to this extreme and abduct her. Christ! Who would do this, who would take this risk? What a fucking mess. If they lay a finger on her, I swear … Stop! Stop these morbid thoughts, Quinn, and do something rather than standing here swearing and getting lost in your worst-case scenarios. Actions are more important than words. Just fix it!

      All these thoughts shoot through my head in the space of a second. I notice Sam beside me staring, mouth open, towards where the car disappeared with Alexa — the one woman in the world I have finally admitted I love more than life itself — leaving us standing in its wake. Fuck, this is so bad! I grab my phone from inside my jacket and dial our driver to let him know where we are. He finally pulls in, after circling the perimeter of Heathrow while we waited for Alexa. As we quickly settle into the car my brain finally kicks into action mode rather than shock.

      ‘Sarah, get me Leo on the phone, now. It’s an emergency.’ I wait impatiently as my assistant connects me. I end up reaching Moira in New York, his ‘be all and end all’ personal assistant who knows almost every facet of Leo’s life. We have liaised often during the past decade since Leo is never in one spot for too long.

      ‘Moira, it’s Jeremy. Is Leo there? Where is he? Jesus fucking Christ. The Amazon?’ She tells me that he is deep within the northern region of the Amazon basin living with the Wai Wai people, studying soul flight with the village shaman, and he can’t be contacted for at least three weeks. Bloody hell. That’s Leo for you. ‘We have a massive problem. Alexa has been abducted. Yes, now … right now … right in front of my eyes. Yes, I’m with Sam, he saw it too. Two men, obviously posing as chauffeurs. They just shoved her in when they saw us running towards her … No, I didn’t recognise them.’ I raise my eyebrows towards Sam. He shakes his head. ‘No, he doesn’t either. Yeah, we lost them. Shit. They could

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