He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Let’s not waste time.”He dialed a number and placed the phone on speaker. The ringing tone filled the warehouse. His men stood in silence, their guns resting loosely in their hands.Finally, a voice answered. “Ryan Walker speaking.”Martin smiled. “Ah, there you are, Ryan.”There was a pause. “Who is this?” Ryan’s voice was sharp, impatient.“It doesn’t matter who I am,” Martin said coolly. “What matters is what — or rather, who — I have.”Mrs. Walker’s head jerked toward the phone, her heart pounding.“Where’s my mother?” Ryan demanded.Martin chuckled. “Right in front of me. And before you start shouting, let me save you the trouble, she’s alive and well. For now.”There was silence on the other end, then Ryan’s voice, low and furious. “If you touch her…”Martin cut him off. “Relax. I told you, I don’t kill women. I just need a small favor from you.” He smirked and glanced at Mrs. Walker, who was glaring at him with undisguised