The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1292

"Does he have Keen?" Haynes asked immediately.

"We can't confirm it yet," Benson replied. "The security cameras along the route from the amusement park have all been destroyed. We can't track their movements. Whoever did this planned it well in advance."

"Keep digging," Haynes ordered. "Report to me the second you have anything."

After hanging up, Haynes made several more calls to coordinate his own search efforts.

By now, darkness had completely fallen, the clock on the wall ticking past midnight. Yet the room remained tense, sleep the furthest thing from anyone's mind. Every light in the Williams Mansion was on, casting a stark glow against the night.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

Since they still hadn't confirmed who was behind the kidnapping, no one spoke. Time ticked by, second by agonizing second, as they all waited for news.

The oppressive silence was finally broken by the ringing of Stella's phone. She glanced at the screen, her expression hardening.

The caller ID was blocked.

Stella answered, putting the call on speaker. "Hello? Who's speaking?"

Gibson's voice, aged and tinged with madness, crackled through the phone. "Ms. Cameron. It's been a while. You seem to be doing quite well for yourself, while I've been run into the ground like a dog."

Stella went quiet for a few seconds, not answering immediately. Because the call was on speaker, both Haynes and Foreman turned to look at her, their eyes questioning.

But Gibson caught her hesitation.

"Heh heh heh," he rasped. "Don't tell me. Is that pretty boy more important to you than your own son? You might be unwilling to trade him, but what about your ex-husband? I hear the O'Brien family has been grooming the boy to be their heir. If anything were to happen to him, your ex would hate you for the rest of his life, wouldn't he? And your father, Skyler… I hear he's quite fond of the boy, too. What do you think he'd do in his rage? Disown you, perhaps?"

"When is the exchange?" Stella asked.

Sensing her internal struggle, Gibson laughed. "I'll give you three days to think it over. If you don't hand him over in three days… your son dies."