“They took Isabella,” I said, my voice flat and cold. “They have her, and Luca is down.”

There was a brief silence on the other end.

“What are your orders?” Marco asked, his tone hardening.

“Kane’s men are using high-end, military-grade encrypted radios,” I said.

I looked down at the tactical radio I had snatched from the belt of the mercenary I killed earlier.

It was a compact, matte-black unit with a digital frequency display.

“I have one of their transceivers,” I continued, brushing the snow off the screen.

“If you can tap into the local cellular towers near the river, you can clone the digital handshake,” Marco said.

“Do it now,” I ordered. “I need to know where they are taking her.”

“Give me five minutes,” Marco said. “Keep the receiver powered on.”

I pressed the power button on the mercenary’s radio.

The small green screen flickered to life, showing a secured channel code: *V-90*.

Eli stood beside me, his hood pulled up, shivering violently.

I took off my heavy wool coat and wrapped it around his shoulders.

He looked up at me with large, dark eyes.