We raced through Manhattan in the middle of the night with no ankle monitors, and the alarms were still blaring somewhere behind us.
Katherine was beside me. Early pregnancy, looking terrified but determined.
Our seven-year-old son was out there alone.
My phone rang, and it was from the FBI, Timothy.
"You're violating bail conditions. Both of you and I have to bring you in."
"Our seven-year-old son is missing and alone in New York City at night. I don't care about bail."
"Tony-"
"I know what this means. Do what you have to do, but we're finding Hector first."
Timothy was quiet, then he considered. "I'm sending search teams to help. But you're in serious trouble. Both of you."
"I know. Thank you."
Luca mobilized every resource from security teams and street cameras to contacts throughout the city.
"Hector was spotted on subway security footage. He was on a downtown train, heading toward Lower Manhattan."
"Where would a seven-year-old go? What's he thinking?"
