Dane
Dane had spent the early hours outlining the plan that had been brewing in his head ever since that photograph showed up on the internet. His eyes ached from lack of sleep, but he felt a tiny bit less panicked because he was starting to feel more confident that he might be on to something. He knew Chris was in a snit and coming over early, so he put everything away at five. But he was still making breakfast when Chris buzzed in through reception and started in on him before he'd even eaten.
"Where is she?" Chris snapped, pulling up a stool at the island, but there was nothing casual or pleasant in his brother's tone. Since Chris wasn't going to be polite enough to even greet him, Dane didn't turn to face him, but continued cooking.
"I told you, she's safe."
"Where?"
"In a place we planned ahead of time," Dane said without looking up from the eggs he was whipping for an omelet.
