Page 79 of Honorable Sins

Feckin’ little shite.

Emotions. I’m more used to them than I was before Kara and I worked our shite out six years ago, but they’re still a bleedin’ nuisance.

And I still don’t feel them like other people. But what I do feel hits like an anvil when it comes to my family.

Shoving the weight of them away, I focus on the now and getting my son back.

"I've got eyes on Fitz on the train. He's still alone."

Kara's words hit hard, but I shove even the relief away.

"Unknown must have cloned Sadie’s phone," Kara adds. "He faked a 911 message from her and then started a conversation with Fitz. He told our son that he has Sadie and threatened to kill her after hurting her if Fitz didn’t come."

Which answers whether or not my wife cloned our son's cellphone.

"He doesn’t have her." We checked on Aine’s mam and girls as soon as we got word about the accident and I sent an extra team of security to keep them safe until we assessed the level of danger.

"Fitz thinks he does and that’s all that matters." Emotion bleeds through my wife’s voice.

Pure fury.

"We’ll get him back," I promise her.

"And kill the man who thought he could take our son."

"It could be a team," Conor says.

"It could be fifty trained soldiers and I'd kill every fucking one of them to get my son back."

"I know," Kara says, her voice as confident as mine. Then she gasps. "It's Lars Nyström's father. He wants his son back."

"He must realize the man is dead," Rory says, his tone more worried than I've ever heard it.

"He knows," I say, death in my voice.

But I don't let the fear turning my insides back into ice out.

A son for a son.

Nyström doesn't want to trade my son for his. He wants to kill my son like I did his and if I'm lucky, he wants me to watch. That gives me time to get to them.

Cutting in front of another car, I take the exit I need to off the LIE.

"If Fitz is still alone when the train pulls into the station, don't approach him," Kara's voice is every bit as harsh as mine.

"Board the train in a different car," I add. "Do not apprise your teams of the target unless they need to be called into play."

It's an unnecessary reminder, but I'm leaving nothing to chance.

Fitz's vulnerability and therefore mine and Kara's cannot become common knowledge. It's too dangerous for him and our other children for anyone to think they can get to him. Especially through a friend.

That puts a target on her back to match the one he was born with.

"I just sent you all a picture of Karl Nyström," Kara tells us. "Preliminary intel shows no link to the Swedish mafia, but that doesn't mean there isn't one. He was a commando in the Swedish Armed Forces before retirement. Consider him competent and dangerous."

The only words spoken after that are check-ins at each of the stations. Rory has his team stand down at 67th without telling them why they were there, but he boards the train at the next stop. He's already dismissed his men without me telling him to.

We're keeping this in family. There's nothing Karl Nyström can throw at us that me, Brice, Rory and Conor can't handle. Hell, I probably don't need their help, but I won't risk my son's life for arrogance.