Susan's scream came through the phone. "Someone's in the house!"
Following was silence; the feed cut out to dead air.
My blood ran cold. "Rose."
I was already running with Tony beside me. The FBI was mobilizing, and chaos reigned everywhere.
"How did he find the location?" Timothy demanded over comms.
"Doesn't matter. My daughter is there! GO!" Tony said as we got into the SUV.
We raced through Manhattan with the sirens blaring; our speed limits were meaningless.
My mind was spiraling as I was praying to myself... please let her be okay. Please. Please.
Tony was on the phone with Luca. "What's the status?"
"En route. We're three minutes out and hearing gunfire."
Gunfire at the secure location where my baby was?
I couldn't breathe or think; I just wanted them to drive much faster.
We arrived at the suburban safe house. which was a nondescript residential area.
The guards were down, their bodies on the ground - dead and executed professionally.
