“Marissa filed a report claiming you abducted the children from the airport.”

“She has the legal guardianship paperwork from the probate court.”

“Technically, she still has legal custody,” I said, panicking.

“Ryker, they will arrest you.”

“Let them try,” Ryker said, his eyes cold as flint.

“They do not know we are here.”

“Not yet,” Marco said.

“But they are tracking your vehicle’s GPS.”

“I disabled the transponder on the SUV before we left the highway,” Marco added.

“But they know the last location was ten miles south of here.”

“They will start searching the local roads soon.”

Ryker shut the laptop with a snap.

“We stay put,” he said.

“If we run now, we look guilty.”

“We need that proof from the Cayman accounts.”

“Once we have it, we go straight to the federal prosecutor.”

The wind howled outside, rattling the old wooden shutters of the cabin.

It felt like the walls were closing in on us.

I poured the hot water into three mugs with tea bags.

My hands were shaking so badly that water spilled onto the counter.

I wiped it quickly with a napkin.