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Once I'm on the train, I look at the other passengers carefully, trying to figure out if one of them is the kidnapper or someone working with him. I guess it could be a woman. Mom could run an op like this, but getting past Sadie's security team would be hard.

Unless he lured her out like he did me.

Crap.

My knee starts bouncing.

My stomach roiling for real now, I try to figure out how long it will take for me to reach the stop in Manhattan.

Chapter eighteen

A Son for a Son

MICK

My phone buzzes with the alert tone for a message from Fitz.

"Wait," I order the captain giving me a sit rep on the pursuit of the hit team sent to try to take out one of my men and his wife.

Wraith and Áine will be fine. The men who tried to kill them won't be.

I check the message from Fitz. His phone should not have service in the section of the Bunker where Brice took him. Ergo, my son is not where he's supposed to be.

My bowels don't turn to ice until I read the messages he sent. They're not from Fitz even if they came from his phone. They're from someone else and they're to my son. Instructions for meeting the person in Manhattan and a warning not to try to tell anyone.

Then a text that says: if you are reading this your girlfriend is about to learn a lot about pain.

Another text flashes on my phone screen. It's not from Fitz or Fitz's phone.

Unknown: A son for a son. I want mine back.

Not answering until I have more information on the situation, I hang up on my captain and make a group call to Kara, Rory, Conor and Brice. The group call is preprogrammed into my phone so it only takes a single swipe and tap. Then I drop the phone into my pocket and rely on my hands free headset.

Kara picks up first. "That was fast."

"Not done," I say shorty.

"Hey, boss," Rory says. "Did you need me at the accident site?"

I ignore him and tell Kara, "Call Miceli. I need him to have a team of his best men at…" I list the subway stop where Fitz is supposed to meet his would-be kidnapper. "I want top tier men on the platform at every stop along that line between Manhattan and Queens."

Kara makes a wounded sound. The text from Fitz just hit her phone.

Promising myself I will make this unknown arsehole pay for causing my woman pain, I tell Rory which stops I want our men to cover because we're closer and Kara the ones we need help from Miceli to cover.

"Conor picked up," Kara tells me, correctly assuming I'm not looking at my phone screen.

"This stays between us until a team is brought into play. If they aren't they never hear why they were called to the subway platform," I instruct. "They're looking for Fitz and a man, or team intent on grabbing him. If they haven't grabbed him already."

Getting Fitz onto the train gives them the advantage. If they grab him on the train and force him onto another one before we have men in place, we have to rely on Fitz's tracker. And that only works as long as he isn't taken somewhere that blocks the tracker signal.

Rory and Conor make sounds of shock. Kara is silent.

Striding toward the Corvette one of my men used to follow me to the crash site, I fill them in on the two texts I received. The Corvette will be faster and more maneuverable than my armored SUV and right now speed matters more than safety.

I hear Conor giving orders to check surveillance for Brice and/or Fitz's exit from the Bunker.

Brice hasn't joined the call.