But before I could move, a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder.

I was yanked backward.

I lost my grip on the phone. It clattered across the floor.

I looked up into the face of one of Celeste’s armed men.

His eyes were cold behind his tactical mask.

“Found her,” he said into his radio. “We have the lawyer.”

Ryker turned, his eyes widening.

He aimed his gun, but another burst of gunfire from the terrace forced him to seek cover behind the fireplace again.

“Let her go,” Ryker growled.

The man holding me tightened his grip, pulling my arm behind my back.

I winced in pain.

“Tell us where the kids are, Steel,” the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. “Or she dies first.”

I looked desperately at the floor.

My phone lay just a few feet away, its screen still glowing.

A new notification popped up on the lock screen.

It was a message from the FBI database.

*Warrant Override Active. Federal forces entering perimeter.*

Suddenly, the sound of a heavy helicopter engine roared directly overhead.