“How many men does Sterling have left?” I asked.

“Four,” Marco replied. “Plus himself and Eleanor.”

“Eleanor is with him?” I asked, my grip tightening on the phone.

“She wanted to watch,” Marco said. “She wants to see the children’s faces.”

A dark satisfaction washed over me.

Having them all in one place was more than I could have hoped for.

“Get the teams in position,” I said. “I want the access road blocked the moment they enter the yard.”

“And the kids?” Marco asked.

“I am keeping them here,” I said. “The cabin is secure now that Miller is contained.”

“We’ll be ready,” Marco said. “Don’t let them suspect anything.”

“They won’t,” I said. “They think I am running.”

I ended the call and walked back to the window.

The fog was growing thicker, blanketing the pine trees in white.

I needed to make sure the trap was set perfectly.

If Sterling brought his entire team, we could end this tonight.

The evidence we had gathered was enough to ruin him, but only if we captured him alive.