Page 334 of Scars of Fate

Not for himself.

For his family.

“Where are they?” I asked him.

“I told you. I don’t know. Kane contacted me through the aircraft’s communication system.”

“How did he prove he had them?”

“He sent a photograph.”

“Show me.”

“My phone is in my flight bag.”

Wynn found it beneath the seat Aras had occupied before takeoff.

Locked.

“What’s the code?” she asked.

The pilot hesitated.

I leaned closer.

“We don’t have time.”

“Four-seven-two-nine.”

Wynn opened the phone.

A photograph showed a woman and two young boys seated inside a room.

No windows.

Concrete walls.

A man holding a rifle stood behind them.

“Recent?” Adam asked.

The pilot nodded.

“An hour before takeoff.”

Wynn enlarged the image.

“There’s a medical cabinet behind them.”

The cabinet bore a military inventory label.

Hawk glanced at it.

“Garrison Eighteen.”

Everyone went still.

The pilot’s family was inside the same bunker as the civilians.