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Rowan drives around the house over an hour ago.

Ten minutes later, Talon’s truck drives by our street, turning into the next cul-de-sac.

Then nothing.

I speed through the next fifteen minutes with no activity.

Not one car passes, coming or going.

We’re near the back of the community, but there is still a steady stream of traffic.

No cars, pedestrians, wind in the trees—absolutely no movement. They jammed the system signal.

“Goddammit!”

An incoming text chirps from an unknown number.

I have something that belongs to you. If you want them back alive, pay close attention.

Get in your truck and drive.

Alone & Unarmed.

Contact no one.

Leave your phone.

Your house and phone are being monitored.

Play this smart, Mr. Whitman.

It would be a shame for Mr. Powers and Mr. Kingston’s children to grow up without their fathers.

How this plays out is up to you.

An attachment pops up.

Fury clouds my vision at the sight of Talon’s beaten body slumped back in a chair. He’s tied down, his shirt torn open to expose gaping wounds.

The next attachment is Rowan sitting alone in a room. Her face is a mask of fear and anger, but thankfully not touched.

The screen goes blank; the message is gone.

It would be a shame for Mr. Powers and Mr. Kingston’s children to grow up without their fathers.

Levi and Koby… And soon-to-be-baby Kingston.

Ace told us this morning about Harley’s pregnancy. No one else knows yet until after their appointment.

He was beyond fucking excited.

Whoever took Talon and Rowan knows way too much. Which means it’s personal.

The four of us…

Rage takes over, pulling me deeper into the dark place only few have witnessed. Years of training and experience kick in.

I leave my gun on the desk by the laptop and grab a dry erase marker.

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