Iwas out-of-my mind scared now. And the worst part was that I was alone. I couldn’t have asked Zeke to come out here by himself. And plus, I had a feeling about the warehouse in Red Hook. Something about that place I knew well, the wide, open industrial spaces with strange, bleak views of dockyard and the city beyond. Somehow I knew that Macy would be here, at this one.

What I didn’t know was where exactly, or where Luca was keeping her. The address: 110 Petersen Ave, was an enormous old factory that had been converted into a warehouse. I knew I’d gotten there when the cab passed by an old, red-brick wall, and I saw the place behind a set of gates, wrought-iron with 1—1—0 carved above them.

“Anywhere here’s fine,” I said, and got out. It was still drizzling a little, and even from here, I could hear the rain tapping on the roof of the warehouse. I went to the gate, and discovered it was unlocked. I was dressed in a hoodie and a baseball cap I’d borrowed from Sebastien, but even so, it didn’t look like there were any security cameras up around the gates. It wasn’t like I was going to walk in through the front entrance.

I saw my chance and took it when I ducked around a series of barrels and some old piles of refuse and sodden earth. Everything was humid and soaking; the sun had come out, and I could see the steam rising from the earth in the distance as I hurried towards the back of the warehouse.

There was a tower at one end of the building. I stepped forward. I could feel my heart kicking me in every limb of my body, feel my blood pumping, and my head racing. This was stupid. Surely I should call for help, surely someone, anyone, would be better to have by my side than doing this alone.

But I’d told Alex to leave. I could hardly remember why anymore. Fear had gripped my body, and I lacked the comforting presence he’d been at those times in the last few days when it had swelled and left me paralyzed with terror. But now I was exhausted, miserable and alone.

But I couldn’t turn back. Not until I found my daughter.

Not until I new she was safe.

Inside the tower, it was musty and damp, and water dripped from the tall places and plashed on the floor beside me as I climbed the metal staircase around the sides of the structure. It seemed to take forever, and more than once, I had to stop to catch my breath, which I was drawing in and out of my lungs in painful gasps. I tried to be quiet. What if Luca heard me and decided to act?

Eventually, I saw a doorway to my right, and entered through it. But I almost fainted when I looked down.

I was high-up now, on a gantry, some fifty or sixty feet above the ground. It ran around the whole length of the warehouse, and two platforms ran across its center, connecting the pair of them. I stepped gingerly back, trying not to look at the distance stretching down below me.

“Well, if it isn’t Lola. Lola Lowe. Or is it Lola Ryder?”

It was Luca. He stepped out from the shadows, calling to me. As he walked to the center of the furthest of the two walkways, I saw he was carrying Macy in a headlock.

“MACY!” I said.

She turned to look at me, and I saw, even from this distance, that her cheeks were red, that her black hair was messy and her clothes were torn. And there was a gag across her face of masking tape.

“Let her go, you bastard!” I said. “She’s done nothing.”

“I wish I could agree with you,” Luca said. “But actually, Macy’s really the fly in the whole ointment. I wondered about it for a while, but then I realized something. Getting married to Alex hasn’t made you the heir to his fortune. It’s also made little Macy here. Isn’t that right, sweetie Macy?”

Macy struggled, and I could feel my whole body tensing up. I wanted to run towards her.

And yet I remembered what Sara had told me about when Luca turned up.

He had a gun on him somewhere.

“Lola, why don’t you come a little closer,” said Luca, motioning me towards the other central platform. The two ran parallel to one another.

“I’m not doing anything you say, you creep,” I said, and to my surprise, I spat at him.

Luca tutted at me. “That won’t do, Lola. Remember that we’re up very high. And if I wanted to—” he said, pushing Macy forwards a little, “—she can fall very far.”

I felt sick to my stomach. I’d come here to rescue her, to bring my daughter back. But now I was entirely in his control, and we knew it.

“That’s a good girl,” laughed Luca cruelly. “Now step forwards a little, why don’t you.”

“Why are you doing this?” I moaned, stepping forward and turning. I began to walk down the platform parallel to the one holding Luca and my daughter. There was barely ten feet of distance between us, and yet it would take me too long to run around if I had to.

“I’m not a greedy man,” said Luca.

“I beg to differ,” I said.

“I just have ambition. And ambition takes investment. And Alex has never seen me as worth investing in. Well, he will now. Now that I’ve got the two people who mean the most in the world to him.”

“Luca,” I said, “that’s where you’re wrong. Alex didn’t know he was Macy’s dad until last night. And I don’t mean anything to him.”

“How do you know that?” said Luca, suspiciously. “He got married to you, didn’t he? Cold-hearted Alex Lowe must have seen something in you to marry you, after all. I wonder if he’ll double the ransom now I have his wife and his daughter in the palm of my hand.”

“You don’t have a hope in hell of getting away with this,” I said. “Baby,” I said, directing my words to Macy, “it’s going to be okay.”

She nodded, and seeing the tape on her face broke my heart as she moaned at me. My little girl in the hands of this monster. I was going to kill him, I was going to—

Only it wasn’t.

Luca had pulled the gun from his jacket. I could see it in his hand. A cold, gleaming lump of metal. I’d held guns before on my dad’s farm. They were ugly things, heavy too, and Luca wrapped one arm around Macy’s neck, and I heard her wail as he brought the gun up to meet me at eye level.

“On the other hand,” he said. “Maybe I should send him a souvenir. Something to prove I’m serious. If, as you say, he doesn’t really care for you.”

“I beg to differ,” said a voice behind Luca.

Luca turned, in confusion, wondering who it could be.

And I watched, as Alex Lowe stepped out of the shadows.