Ryan didn’t say a word, but Francisco felt like the air in the room had been sucked dry. It was almost suffocating. He swallowed hard and forced himself to keep talking. “Surveillance shows that, just three minutes before we locked down the park, a circus troupe left early for a show at a nearby theater. I’ve already sent people to check the cameras along their route—”
He didn’t get to finish. His phone rang. After a quick listen to the urgent update, he turned straight to Ryan.
“Mr. Packman! Surveillance picked up a mid-sized truck splitting off from the group at the intersection and heading up the mountain road. They’re still pulling the rest of the footage—”
The mountain road.
Ryan’s expression turned deadly, his eyes sharp as knives. Suddenly, as if something clicked, he spun around and stormed outside, his black coat whipping behind him in the wind.
“It’s that cave from back then!”
Francisco froze, then it hit him.
That cave—six years ago, when Amelia, still Mrs. Salmeron at the time, went in alone with the ransom to save Clive.
Levi was dragging Amelia back there to settle the old score.
Francisco’s heart dropped.
If this was revenge, Levi would kill Ms. Sadinton, no question.
The rain was coming down harder, and Ryan’s figure blurred into the storm, just a streak of black slicing through the rain, looking every bit as ruthless as a blade.
Francisco went white as a sheet.
One thing was clear: Mr. Packman couldn’t lose control again.
If he did, Francisco knew he’d be locked up for good.
He grabbed a passing agent by the arm and barked, “Get every helicopter we have and head for Moontop! Everyone else, with me!”
Amelia jolted awake.
Levi had knocked her out. Her hands were tied behind her back, ankles bound tight, and she’d been tossed into a car trunk. Every time the car hit a bump or swerved, she bounced helplessly off the hard metal, pain flaring everywhere.
She couldn’t even tell where she hurt most anymore.
Somewhere in the fog of pain, she felt a gentle pressure, like something small trying to steady her.
She forced her eyes open—and her heart nearly stopped.
A skinny little girl, hands tied behind her back, mouth taped shut with black duct tape, was stretching her tiny foot, trying desperately to catch Amelia and keep her from slamming around.


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