“Mr. Steel,” the officer warned.

“I am volunteering to take immediate, temporary custody,” Ryker said, ignoring the officer.

“They are traumatized. Sending them to a crowded state facility tonight will only damage them further.”

“We have my estate in Lake Forest,” Ryker added, looking directly at Hannah.

“There is plenty of room, a full security detail, and my sister Evelyn is here to help me care for them.”

I nodded, stepping up beside him.

“We can provide a safe, quiet environment while you sort out the legalities,” I said to Hannah.

Hannah looked down at the twins, then back to Ryker.

“Mr. Steel, child placement does not work this way,” she said, though she did not call the officers forward.

“It can,” Ryker said. “You know my reputation. You know I have the resources to protect them.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a heavy gold pen, along with his personal business card.

“Call the commissioner,” Ryker said. “Tell him I am personally guaranteeing their safety.”

Hannah hesitated, her fingers tapping against her folder.

The airport hummed around us, the distant roar of jet engines vibrating through the glass.