Sarah turned around, her attention pulled away from the judge.

“What is it, Nathan?” she asked.

Nathan showed her the screen of his phone.

I leaned over to look, my heart skipping a beat.

The message was from Nathan’s private security team.

There was a photo attached of a black SUV parked on the tarmac of a private airfield.

Below the photo was a line of text.

*Target bypassed the hotel. Flight plan just filed for Nassau.*

“Where is Grant?” I whispered, looking around the courtroom.

He wasn’t at the defense table.

He hadn’t been there all afternoon, but I had assumed he was waiting in the hallway.

“He’s not in the building,” Nathan said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register.

He tapped the screen, scrolling down to a second message that had just arrived.

*Local contact confirms forged emergency custody order signed by Clerk Higgins.*

My hands began to shake.

“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice rising in panic.

“He bypassed the court,” Nathan said, his eyes meeting mine.

“He’s taking Rosie.”