It all connects. It has to connect.
But I can't see how. Can't think past the roaring in my ears.
Sera.
My wife.
Carrying my child.
Under attack.
The car weaves through traffic. Runs a red light. Then another.
A cab honks. I don't care.
A pedestrian screams. I don't care.
Nothing matters except getting to her.
My phone rings. I answer without looking.
"Leo?"
"No." It's Gio, another of my men. "Sir, we're at the safe house. It's bad."
"How bad?"
"Six of our men are down. Three dead. The attackers are gone. And sir?—"
"Where is my wife?" My voice doesn't sound like mine. It sounds feral. Desperate.
"Leo got her out. They're en route to the penthouse. She's alive."
The relief is so intense I nearly lose my grip on the phone.
Alive.
She's alive.
"Injuries?" I force the word out.
"Unsure. I didn't get eyes on her, but Leo has her."
"And Gabriel?"
A pause. "Gone, sir. He jumped out a window during the attack. We don't know if he survived."
Of course he did. Of course that little rat bastard ran.
"Find him," I order. "I want every resource on this. Find Gabriel Romano. And find out who attacked that safe house."
"Yes sir."
I hang up.
"Change of plans," I tell my driver. "The penthouse."
My hands are shaking. Actually shaking.
