My hands curlinto fists.
"How long until we land?" I ask.
My voice is deadly calm.
"Twenty minutes," Jace says.
"Too long."
"I'll call ahead," Jace says.
"Get the team mobilized."
"We'll be ready to move the second we touch down."
I nod.
But I can't speak.
Because all I can see is Becca.
Alone.
Scared.
In Lionetti's hands.
And I wasn't there to stop it.
I'm coming, Becca.
I'm coming.
And God help anyone who's touched you.
22
Becca
I wake up I wake up slowly, my head is pounding, throbbing.
I try to move.
Can’t.
My wrists are bound behind my back, rope pulled tight enough to cut into my skin.
I’m sitting in a chair.
I blink, trying to focus.
The room is small, with concrete walls and a single flickering bulb overhead. It smells like salt, fish, and oil.
A dock office.
I hear footsteps.
The door opens.
