Andrew sits in his study and stares at the blue glow of his computer screen. A video of Andrea plays over and over: he watches her walking through the streets and getting into a Land Rover. A drone flies over the Land Rover and he watches the black car pull up outside an elaborate metal gate. The car drives in and a bodyguard looks up and points at the drone. The drone rises in the air and flies away and the video goes black.
Andrew sighs and pours more amber liquid into his cup. He swirls it and inhales deeply—enjoying the spiced vanilla smell of the rum. He rubs his chest and feels the frantic beat of his heart. Even a video of Andrea has his heart rate out of control. If I get her back, I’ll never let go of her again, he thinks.
A bodyguard knocks at the door and enters. The man looks
