The subordinate hesitated. “Mr. Rosenberg, what if she actually leaks the information?"


    "If she leaks it, she leaks it. I''m counting on it."


    The men didn''t understand Quennel''s reasoning, but his orders were clear, so they prepared to follow them.


    That evening, Lionel received another anonymous email from Quennel''s proxy.


    He couldn''t believe it. The man had shown up in front of him just that afternoon, and now he was pulling this stunt again.


    Did he really think Lionel wouldn''t dare to search for the location? Or that he couldn''t find it?


    It was just a hidden location, and he''d already given him so many clues. Finding it was only a matter of time.


    If Quennel wanted to provoke him, then he would y along. Once he found the ce, he would get Sandra out and bring her to Hannah. He would make Sandra confess everything that had happened.


    He was going to rip Quennel''s mask of hypocrisy off right in front of Hannah and show her what kind of person her respected friend truly was.


    Lionel set his team to work, analyzing the information in the email to pinpoint the target. If Quennel was daring him to find it, he would rise to the challenge.


    After a full day and night of searching, Lionel finally located the prison.


    When he realized where it was, he couldn''t help butugh out loud.


    No wonder his surveince on Quennel always showed him sticking to a simple routine between home and the office. He never seemed to go anywhere else. The entrance to the prison was on the mountain behind his own house.


    A path through the woods led directly to it. It wasn''t so much a prison as an old, abandoned Rosenberg family property with a basement.


    He''d seen the derelict house before and had even asked about it, but dismissed it as unused. He never imagined Quennel would be holding someone captive down there.


    With the location confirmed, he drove toward the abandoned property.


    Quennel was at the office today, not at home. The house staff, seeing Lionel arrive, barely acknowledged him beyond a perfunctory greeting before going about they business.


    Lionel walked directly toward the path leading up the mountain.


    At his office, Quennel watched Lionel''s every move through the estate''s security


    cameras.


    A satisfied smile spread across his face as he saw Lionel finally find the ce. The show was about to begin.


    About fifteen minutester, Lionel reached the abandoned house and descended the stairs into the basement.


    Sandra heard footsteps but didn''t think much of it, merely wondering why Quennel hade so early today.


    He usually didn''t show up until muchter.


    "Sandra?"


    Lionel had passed several empty cells and was beginning to doubt his intel when he saw a fait silhouette in the veryst one.


    He quickened his pace, his voice filled with excitement as he called out to the familiar figure.


    Sandra''s eyes flew open. She looked toward the sound of the voice in disbelief.


    "Lionel?" she whispered, her eyes


    widening in shock. She scrambled to herfeet and rushed forward, onl be yanked back by the iron chain around her ankle.


    "Lionel!"