My father-in-law had built it to withstand a siege.

But tonight, the stone walls felt less like a sanctuary and more like a cage.

“Miller is on his way to the precinct,” Giovanni said, putting the phone down.

“I sent him the encrypted files.”

“He said he will have a warrant for Hensley’s arrest within the hour.”

I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for days.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said, walking over to me.

“Vance is still out there, and he is desperate.”

“He knows his time is running out.”

We walked together into the adjoining room to check on Luca.

The nursery was bathed in a soft, blue light from the medical monitors.

Dr. Sullivan was sitting in an armchair by the crib, a medical chart open on his lap.

He looked tired, his spectacles sliding down his nose.

“How is he?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“His heart rate has stabilized,” Dr. Sullivan said, looking up with a weary smile.

“The antibiotics are doing their job.”