“I’m not letting her take him,” I said.

“We have to be careful,” Sophia said. “If she has a gun, the baby is in danger.”

“I know,” I said.

I turned off the headlights as we neared the outer fence.

The airport was quiet, dark, and mostly abandoned.

The Reed family had bought the land years ago.

They used it to bypass the commercial airports in the county.

It was the perfect place to make someone disappear.

I parked the truck behind a stack of rusted oil drums.

“Stay behind me,” Sophia whispered.

She pulled her service weapon from her holster.

We slipped out of the truck and into the freezing rain.

The wind cut through my jacket, but I barely felt it.

My mind was focused on one thing.

Leo.

We ran along the side of the chain-link fence toward the north hangar.

I could hear the low, rhythmic hum of an airplane engine.

The propellers were already spinning.

The smell of aviation fuel was thick in the cold air.

We reached the side door of the hangar.