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“I will.”

I disconnect.

Taylor is watching me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re thinking something.”

“I learned earlier that thinking is illegal.”

Despite the rage burning through me, I almost smile.

Arthur takes another turn.

“Twenty-seven miles.”

Taylor’s radio sounds.

“Kane to Taylor.”

Taylor answers.

“Go.”

“We’re moving.”

“Where?”

“Iron Ridge.”

“Who has the prisoners?”

“Trent and Holt. Vega’s people are six minutes out.”

“How far are you from the compound?”

“Eight miles.”

Relief hits hard.

“Two men confirmed,” I tell him. “One on the porch. One inside. Assume more.”

“Copy.”

“They’re recording.”

“Copy.”

“Do not let them destroy the backpack.”

Kane’s voice changes.

“What’s inside?”

“Letters from the women who raised Sage.”