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Ramon came over. “What is he doing, Maizie?”

At least he looked about as happy as Kenna was about this.

Maizie said, “They feel so bad about everything that, as a show of good faith, they’re going to go get Jax back for you. Bruce said he should go with them just to make sure it all goes down in a way that means he comes out of it alive.”

Kenna winced. “I don’t suppose there’s any way to stop it?”

“He’s already out of the hatch.”

Back they way they’d come in? She shook her head. “He told you to tell me after it was too late?”

“I was going to tell you before, but I would’ve interrupted you getting the doctor to confess live online. And it would have compromised the mission to get Jax because the Santinos might’ve been listening.”

Kenna said, “At least they don’t know the doctor is dead.”

A move like that could’ve cost Jax his life if the Santinos found out that she had reneged on the deal. Ramon squeezed her shoulder. Before he could say anything, the doors slammed open and armed federal agents raced in.

Kenna and Ramon both lifted their hands.

“Guns down!”

Ramon crouched to put his weapon on the floor. She held still while an agent lifted hers over her head.

“Are there any other weapons on your person?” the guy pretty much yelled in her face.

She nodded. “I’m not going to use any of them. I’m Kenna Banbury. My husband is?—”

“We know.” Special Agent Herron strode into the room wearing tactical pants, her vest over a shirt, a pair of black boots, and clear glasses she’d pushed up onto her head.

“You should tell me where you got those pants.”

Special Agent Herron’s brows rose. “How about you tell me where to find SAC Jaxton? And why these children are here. And all the rest ofwhat on earthis going on here.”

Uh-oh. “I can explain.” But could she jeopardize what was happening to Jax? If she told the FBI and they went after the Santinos, she might compromise the lawyers’ attempt to rescue him. “I just want Jax back safe, that’s all.”

“Then start talking.”

Chapter Thirty-One

The tent door flapped back, and Special Agent Herron stepped in. Kenna quit pacing the length of the floor and said, “I need to go.”

They’d taken everything. Her vest, all her weapons, and her phone—hanging up on Maizie in the process.

Special Agent Herron stopped several feet away and didn’t look at Kenna or Ramon in particular. “Until such time as you can tell me where Special Agent in Charge Jaxton is, you’ll remain here to answer further questions.”

Ramon sat on the end of a folding table they’d set up along with this white canvas tent, which was outside the front door of the silo, in the middle of nowhere. It might be impressive how quickly they’d erected a mobile command center, but she didn’t care. She just wanted Jax back.

The FBI was going through every inch of the facility, processing every single victim, everyone who worked with the doctor, and every single molecule of physical evidence.

This was going to take hours.

“I need you to let me go so I can reconvene with the rest of my team.” Maybe Ramon as well, so she motioned between them with a finger. “Letusgo.”

“It’s been brought to my attention that the doctor did medical procedures on you. I’d like to discuss those.” She shifted, bringing a notepad and pen to her front. “When I’m satisfied with what I’ve learned, you’ll both be free to go.”

Ramon didn’t move. Probably because if he did, it would come across as aggressive.

“Are you going to answer any ofmyquestions?” Kenna folded her arms. The need to find Jax and know if he was all right was driving her insane. If only she could shove everyone out of the way and just…run. Find him. Hold him, which would probably feel like hanging on for dear life.

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