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He lowered his hand, his fingers caressing my arm quieting and comforting. “I’m sorry.”

I swallowed the pain, blinked away the tears, and forced my voice louder. “He said a private airport.”

“What?” Anna lifted her head from the keyboard.

Her fingers were still moving, punching in codes that raced across the screen as next to her London’s IT man, Harper, did the same.

“He said, there's a warehouse next to a private airport.”

Anna shook her head, then punched in a few new commands and lifted her stare to the screen in front of them. “This is all the points we’ve tracked where the tunnels lead to so far.”

I froze, my focus on the map displayed with a mess of red dots. There were just too many of them. Too many to count, let alone search. It was like a needle in a haystack. Where could we start?

“Private airfields should be listed, but not always, especially when you’re dealing with someone like Hale. If he can get access to the government military bases, then he can hide a damn airfield…somewhere out there is the warehouse we need.” She stared at the mess of red dots like we all did. “There has to be another map, another plan somewhere.”

“The map,” Thomas murmured as he turned to Kane. “The one we took from Coulter’s study.”

“You mean the one we almost died for?” Kane’s eyebrow rose.

“I have that.” Hunter stepped forward, pulling his cell from his pocket. “It’s a digital copy. What’s your email address and I’ll send it.”

Anna gave him the details, hovering over her keyboard before she hit the button and displayed the map on the screen. I’d looked at that more times than I could count, we all had scoured over every inch of it. Part was topographical, the other was a layout of a building…but what building, we’d had no way of knowing.

There’s a door. At the northeast side of the warehouse that’s not far from the private airfield. The door is small, you’d miss it really. You get in that door and it’ll take you straight down a hallway to where Hale’s private quarters are.

The Son’s words came back to me. “It’s a warehouse, Hale’s warehouse.”

“That right there looks like a navigation code.” Anna zeroed in on a faint number that was printed in the corner of the map. One so faint, you’d easily miss it. In fact, we had missed it, all of us.

Anna focused in and sharpened the numbers before glancing at Harper. But he was already on it, punching in the details, and all of a sudden, the map of the red points from the tunnel narrowed down to three…

Three little red dots, all of them so close they were almost on top of each other.

“Gotcha.” Harper muttered.

An icy feeling rushed through me. He was there…hiding behind a single door in a massive warehouse. The screen changed, pulling up a satellite view. We stared down at…nothing.

“There’s nothing there.” Nick snapped.

Anna shook her head, confusion and panic pushing into her stare. “It’s there…it’s right there.”

“Maybe it’s gone.” Fin looked at his wife.

“Gone? How can a building that size just up and disappear?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.” He stared at the screen. “But it’s not there.”

“It is.” She sat forward, typing in more commands.

The view narrowed in, moving toward the private hangar and the closed gates. But the moment the camera swung back, there was…something.

“Wait,” London snapped, striding forward. “Move back.”

Anna glanced his way, then shifted the camera back the way it’d come.

“Did you see that?” He glanced around the room. “Do it again, only slower.”

She did, panning the camera over very slowly this time, until the air shimmered. It was gone in an instant.

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