I shoved Caleb into the passenger seat and tied his hands to the grab handle with a zip tie from my gear bag.

He didn’t fight me.

He just wept, his head pressed against the cold glass of the window.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

The dashboard clock glowed a faint, pale green in the darkness.

It was just past midnight.

I looked at the ledger sitting on the console between us.

It was my only leverage left, but it wouldn’t protect Sophia inside Wade’s precinct.

I put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the narrow, unlit road.

The headlights cut through the heavy downpour, illuminating the dark pine trees that lined the path.

“If I go to the clinic first, Sophia dies,” I said, more to myself than to Caleb.

“Wade will make sure she has an accident in that cell.”

“He’s done it before,” Caleb whispered, his voice dull.

“Two years ago, a witness against the family’s shipping company hanged himself in his cell.”

“Only he didn’t have any shoelaces.”

I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.