“He has Marjorie with him, and they are carrying cash and stolen bonds.”

“What about the hospital?” my father asked.

“He sent the police there with forged custody papers,” I said.

“My legal team is already at the precinct,” my father said.

“The police chief is personally calling off the officers at the maternity ward.”

“The forged order has been flagged in the state database.”

“Maisie is safe, Evelyn.”

A wave of relief washed over me, so strong my hands began to tremble.

“Thank you, Dad,” I whispered.

“I am sending Marcus and our security team to the airfield now,” he said.

“The federal marshals have been notified of the interstate transport of stolen securities.”

“Do not go near him yourself.”

“I need to see him,” I said.

“I need him to know it was me.”

“Evelyn, it is too dangerous,” my father said.

“He is desperate.”

“A desperate man with nothing left to lose is capable of anything.”

“He has nothing left because of me,” I said.

“I am already on my way.”

I hung up the phone before he could argue further.