Daniel paced the confines of the private jet like a caged wolf as it taxied down the runway. The cowering hostess hadn't bothered to suggest he might want to sit and use a seatbelt after the first time. Daniel suspected King would soon be looking for a new flight attendant. He didn't give a shit. King's staffing issues were't his problem. Finding Addison was. He'd tried her cell phone over and over, in between issuing orders to his team.

He'd walked his guys through the ...