Beverly's POV

Bruce was gone. The note sat in my trembling hands and the bond between us felt stretched so thin I could barely sense him anymore. I grabbed my phone and called. It rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. His voice on the recording made my chest ache. I called again but it was the same thing. He had turned off his phone or thrown it away and I was alone in this massive penthouse that suddenly felt like a tomb.

I called Victor next. He answered on the first ring.

"Where is ...