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Pat paused. “Hold five.”

“Copy that,” came the reply.

Blade, listening intently, translated. "Bring the boy."

Pat’s heart slammed against his ribs.

The man on the other end responded.

Blade’s expression turned grim. "Where?"

Al-Jabiri rattled off an address. "One hour."

Blade met Pat’s gaze. "Industrial zone. East side."

Pat didn’t hesitate. "Get a team over there. Now."

They didn’t need to say it. They were taking Ryan there to kill him.

Blade’s eyes flicked back to the screen. "What about them?"

Al-Jabiri was gathering his things.

Pat had the HRT lead on the line. "We have enough to move in."

"Standby for confirmation."

"Move. Now. Falcon is preparing to leave. There’s also a hostage. Female, early forties, blond hair, green eyes. Likely concussed. She’ll need medical attention."

"Copy that." The line went dead.

Pat was already moving. Blade followed.

"I’m driving," Blade said. "You’re too wired."

Pat didn’t argue. "Let’s move."

Thanks to Jasmine’s bug, they had the location.

She’d done it.

She’d saved her son.

CHAPTER 35

Pat gripped the wheel, his knuckles white. The comms crackled, and Anna’s voice cut through the static.

“Falcon’s gone.”

Blade cursed under his breath. “How the hell did that happen?”

“CTD had him locked down, but the bastard must’ve had an escape plan. Security feeds show a second SUV pulling up to the back of the house. He slipped out the rear door and was gone before they could react.”

Pat slammed his fist against the dashboard.

Fucking hell. They’d had him.

“His phone’s offline,” Anna added. “He’s going dark.”

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