“The emergency order buys us forty-eight hours if I can prove Voss is unfit,” I said.

“But we need evidence of his connection to Celeste Reed.”

“We will find it,” Ryker said.

He wrapped his arm around Owen, pulling the boy closer to his side.

The highway stretched out ahead of us, slick with fresh snow.

My tablet screen flickered.

An incoming email notification popped up from an unlisted address.

The subject line was blank.

I tapped the message, expecting another legal filing.

Instead, it was an image file.

I opened it, and the breath caught in my throat.

It was a photograph of the very SUV we were sitting in, taken from a high angle.

The red dot of a laser sight was centered directly on the rear windshield.

Below the photo was a single line of text.

*Turn the children over, or we will stop the car ourselves.*

My fingers went numb.

I stared at the screen, my heart stopping.

“Ryker,” I whispered.

said.

“I’ll have the security detail on high alert.”

I pulled out my tablet again and began scrolling through the trust documents.