“The precinct captain is on his way.”

“The whole city just watched your video.”

I lowered my weapon to my side but did not drop it yet.

The cold was starting to seep through my coat, freezing the sweat on my neck.

I looked back at the harbor entrance.

A dark van was idling near the gate, its headlights turned off.

Luca was waiting for us there.

He knew the police would have to take us in for questioning, but he also knew I had no intention of spending the night in a cell.

We had what we came for.

Isabella was safe.

Eli was alive.

But as I looked at the steam rising from Kane’s crashed SUV, I saw the passenger door click open.

A small, dark figure stepped out into the snow.

It was not Kane.

It was a woman in a grey coat, her hands bound with heavy zip-ties.

“Rachel,” Isabella whispered.

Eli let go of Isabella’s hand and took a step forward into the open dock.

“Mom!” he cried.

The woman turned her head toward the sound of his voice.