Chapter 88: Zachery

The house phone rang, surprising Zach while he and Angel ate lunch at the cozy table in Monroe's monstrous kitchen. Zach leaned over and hit the speaker button.

"Mr. Zachery," Stephens' voice sounded unnaturally stiff. "There is a man at the front gate requesting to see you and Miss Angel regarding Master Monroe."

Zachery's gut twisted violently when he saw the terror in Angel's eyes. Stephens was a highly trained retired member of the British Army Special Air Service. Whoever wanted to speak to them had credentials, which meant something had gone wrong on Monroe's mission. Zach had reviewed safety procedures with everyone in the household. They all knew what to do, though they'd never prepared for this.

Standing, he took Angel's trembling hand and squeezed. "I love you."

She stared at him like he was her lifeline, as if he could make the man waiting out front disappear.

"Sir?" Stephens questioned.

"Please escort him to the house. We'll meet him in the den." Monroe's den, where he read