Night Nineteen is a trap.
But not for us. For Richard's people.
"Here's how it works," Damien explains back at the cabin. It's midnight. Hope's asleep. Maya, Agent Chen, and a dozen FBI agents are positioned around the property. "We make ourselves vulnerable. Obvious targets. Draw out whoever he's sent. And when they come—"
"We catch them," Chen finishes. "Get them to talk. Find out who else is on Richard's payroll. Stop them before they can hurt anyone."
"It's risky," Maya says. "Using yourselves as bait—"
"It's the only option we have." I'm holding Hope. Can't put her down. Can't bear the thought of letting her go. "We end this tonight. Or we spend the rest of our lives running."
"Okay." Chen's making assignments. "Perimeter security. Surveillance. Everyone in position by 0100. And remember—we want them alive. We need information."
Everyone disperses. Leaving just me and Damien and our daughter.
"Night Nineteen," he says. "Never thought we'd make it this far."
