“This is the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” the voice said. “We received your encrypted package. We’ve been monitoring Chief Vance’s bank accounts for six months. We just flagged his signature on the local warrant.”

“They’re inside the house!” I screamed, ducking as another bullet shattered a wooden bookshelf above my head. “Gideon’s men are here! They’re going to kill us and take the children!”

“Hold your position,” the agent said. “Federal tactical units are already en route. We are overriding the local jurisdiction.”

“How far away are you?” I asked, my voice cracking.

The line crackled with static.

“Three minutes,” he said. “Just hold on.”

The call cut out.

I looked up from behind the armchair.

Ryker was trading shots with the men on the terrace.

Celeste had disappeared back into the darkness of the wet garden.

The house was filled with the deafening sound of alarms, gunshots, and the howling wind from the shattered windows.

“Tessa!” Ryker yelled, his back pressed against the brick fireplace. “Get out of here!”

I looked toward the door.

Marco was gone, likely retreating to the panic room to protect Lily and Owen.