Page 54 of Kidnapping of a Myth

Eamon looked at her as if she’d lost her mind asking that question.

“I was just checking—” Bel froze, her words catching in her throat as all sense of teasing fled her.

“What’s wrong?” Eamon asked, the dangerous edge of his voice returning.

“Did you read this invitation?”

“I glanced at it quickly. I already knew when and where the wedding was being held, so I didn’t pay attention. Is something wrong?”

“I thought Henry’s last name was Night with an N, but it’s Knight with a K. The FBI assumed control of the investigation, so I guess I never saw the documentation with the proper spelling. Even if I did, I unconsciously missed it, especially since his middle name was never mentioned.”

“So? What about it?”

“Look at his full name.” She twisted the invitation so he could see as she read. “You are cordially invited to the wedding of Wendy Darling and Henry Othello Knight.”

“Okay?” Eamon squinted, still not seeing her point.

“HenryOthelloKnight,” Bel repeated, emphasizing the O’s. “H. O. O. K… Hook made me do it.”

“He isn’t answering.Why isn’t he answering?” Bel’s voice escalated as she hung up. The second she read that invitation, she dialed Agent Jameson Barry, but three calls later, and the man still hadn’t answered.

“Isobel.” Eamon gripped her leg, putting just enough pressure in his grip to calm her. “Let’s not panic.”

“The FBI doesn’t ignore phone calls,” Bel said. “Something’s wrong.”

Eamon studied her, and for a moment, she thought he was going to suggest she was overreacting, but instead, he returned his eyes to the road, a harsh tension tightening his jaw.

“I’m not crazy,” she said, more for her own benefit than his.

“I know.”

“But everyone else will think I am. They looked so in love last night. No one will believe my theory.”

“Griffin will,” he said. “Call him.”

“Griffin’s too far,” Bel said. “He’ll never reach Wendy in time… and she has the boys with her. They’ll be alone on their yacht for weeks, and a lot can happen at sea.”

Without warning, Eamon leaned across her body and grabbed her seatbelt, clicking it in place with such finality that she braced herself against the door for extra support.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Bel asked as he threw the expensive car into reverse, backed up a few inches, and pulled out onto the highway’s shoulder with such skill that she barely registered the movement.

“Yes.”

“Do you know what time they’re leaving?”

“No.”

“Oh god.” Bel’s shoulder slapped the door as he took a turn at an alarming speed, and even though Eamon’s reflexes were infallible, instinct had her heart racing as he wove through the traffic. “What if we’re too late?”

“Isobel, breathe.”

“I promised to keep them safe. I looked Wendy in the eyes and swore I would help her, but I let him have them.”

“This isn’t on you.”

“I sat across from him during the entire investigation but didn’t see it. I thought he was just arrogant, but that wasn’t the case. He knew what I was. He realized I would bring his whole plan crashing down, so he fought me every step of the way. Of course this is on me.”

“Isobel…”

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