Part 2
Dust scratched my throat as I crouched in the attic.
Below, Caleb set the passports on the table.
“The Bureau moved faster than expected,” the stranger said.
My stomach dropped. Mara.
Caleb’s jaw tightened. “How close?”
“Close enough your wife’s sister may already know.”
I clutched my phone, praying for a message.
Caleb lifted my laptop. “She never checks. Even if she did, she wouldn’t understand.”
The stranger chuckled. “You chose well.”
Caleb’s voice hardened. “That wasn’t part of the plan. But the kid complicates things.”
Noah.
The stranger said, “Your parents are already moving him.”
I bit my knuckle to keep from crying out.
Caleb nodded. “Good. Once we cross into Canada, everything resets.”
My phone vibrated. Mara’s message:
FBI and local police are two minutes out. Stay hidden. Noah is safe. We intercepted him.
Safe.
Downstairs, Caleb’s phone rang. His face drained. “What do you mean they took him?”
The stranger cursed. Caleb’s eyes lifted—toward the attic.
“Elise?” His voice softened, coaxing. “Baby, where are you?”
The attic steps creaked.
Then sirens split the night. Red and blue lights flashed through the vent.
“FBI! Open the door!”
The stranger bolted. Caleb froze at the bottom of the stairs, staring into the dark.
And he smiled.
“Your sister should have stayed out of this.”
Then the door burst open.
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