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“I’m coming,” I demand.

“Tenshi, those babies need their mother alive. Please let us do this.”

Not even his presence can calm me down, and tears don’t stop flowing.

I failed them.

I was supposed to protect them, and I couldn’t even do that.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brennan

“What the fuck do we do?” Boston asks as he runs a hand through his hair.

I don’t know... for once, I just don’t know.Think, Brennan, think.

We have teams in the air and on the ground, but Ziyon has just fucking vanished into thin air.

We have assembled at Olympia. Creed walks back in after dropping Jolie off at home, where we have gathered all her friends to watch over her. Colt and Khale stroll in behind him. Khale could be useful, but Colt is reckless, and I won’t have him risk my children’s lives.

“What the fuck are they doing here?” Boston snaps, clearly on the same page as I am.

“They refused to stay, and honestly, we need as many people as we can,” Creed tells him.

Trace is reviewing footage of the hospital and the surrounding areas. But where they were taken from, there is no way to get any footage. We have Marlow and Jimmie working on pulling the records from the guy who was driving the ambulance. Our man is dead, and Grace is in surgery. From what they told us, she doesn’t have a great chance of surviving.

Paul’s phone is off, both his personal and burner. Surely, he isn’t stupid enough to switch sides again when he knows we have his family.

My phone buzzes, and relief fills me that Corey is finally calling me back. Ziyon hasn’t used him for a while, and I have been blowing up his phone.

“Tell me you know something.”

“I was called to watch the lady. They just came to the house, took her, and left me behind.”

“Location, now.”

He rattles off where he is, and every single one of us runs from the building. I don’t know what we plan to do once we get there, but we will have to play this by ear. I hang up and get a team in the air to head to the location. They didn’t kill him, so that could only mean two things: Ziyon doesn’t know Corey is double crossing him, or this is the start of a cat-and-mouse game and he is leading us on a pointless chase. Since we have no other leads, we have no choice but to check it out.

We take forty-five minutes to get to the location Corey gave us, and it’s in the middle of the small seaside town of Sunset Haven. When the cars pull up to the front of the small house, we all pile out, and the locals get nosey at our arrival. We move inside quickly, searching the house for any clues. As if they knew we would find them, there is nothing. No personal belongings, and no sign anyone was even here.

“Tell me what you know,” Davis demands of Corey, his jaw clenched and his emotions getting the better of him.

“I told you already. I was blindfolded and brought here. My phone was taken, but I keep my burner in my boot. They have the property set up so that no calls can come in or out. There were two tech-looking men here, the lady, me, and another woman.”

“Did they talk about the plan or what they were doing?” Davis questions.

“No. Ziyon just turned up, told everyone to pack up, and then I was told to make my own way home. I had to walk to the end of the street to be able to get the phone to even work.”

“Yo, Brennan, we found these outside,” Marlow says, walking in holding a contraption. “It’s a very poorly designed signal jammer. Whoever he is working with is far from professional. I might be able to trace some of these parts.”

“Let’s go home and regroup,” I tell everyone. We have no leads, and we need to find a needle in a haystack. “You’re coming with us, Corey. We need you to describe what these people looked like so we can get some sketches done, to see if we can identify who was here and if we can find them.”

Corey nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and follows us as we all head outside. An older woman walks up to me, her hair in curlers and nightgown wrapped tight around her body.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

Kai pushes his way through, wraps his arm around her shoulders, and tells her a story. Not quite what is happening, but a thrilling rendition nonetheless. I really don’t know if she’ll believe he is a detective, but whatever works.

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