Se connecterLily Maxwell's POV
I watched Catherine Cross walk past our door for the third time in an hour and noticed how her footsteps sounded different now. Heavy. Slow. Like she was carrying something invisible that weighed too much. Mommy held me close on the small bed where we had been sitting for hours and I felt her heartbeat against my back. Fast and scared.
"Baby, try to rest," Mommy whispered. Her voice was soft but I heard t
Lily Maxwell's POVI watched Catherine Cross walk past our door for the third time in an hour and noticed how her footsteps sounded different now. Heavy. Slow. Like she was carrying something invisible that weighed too much. Mommy held me close on the small bed where we had been sitting for hours and I felt her heartbeat against my back. Fast and scared."Baby, try to rest," Mommy whispered. Her voice was soft but I heard the shake in it. "Everything is going to be okay."I wanted to believe her. Wanted to close my eyes and wake up at home in my own bed with sunlight coming through the window. But Uncle Nathan's heart in my chest felt strange. Like it was trying to tell me something important."Mommy," I said. Turned to look at her face. "Can I ask for something?"Her eyes were red from crying but she smiled anyway. "What do you need, sweetheart?"
Margaret Anderson's POVI sat in the television studio with bright lights burning my eyes and tried not to think about how my hands shook in my lap. The makeup artist had covered the sleepless circles under my eyes but could not hide the tremor in my voice when I spoke. Across from me, the news anchor leaned forward with practiced sympathy that felt almost genuine."Mrs. Anderson, thank you for agreeing to this interview," she said. Her name was Jennifer something and she had kind eyes that probably made people feel safe enough to share their worst moments. "I know this is incredibly difficult.""My granddaughter is being held hostage," I replied. My voice cracked on the word hostage. "Difficult does not begin to cover it."The red light on camera two blinked. Live. Fifty million people were watching according to the producer who briefed me before we started. Fifty million strangers are
Eleanor Ashford's POVI sat in my office at three in the morning and stared at my phone while Marcus Chen's face filled the video call screen. His eyes were bloodshot and his normally perfect hair stuck up in different directions. Neither of us had slept since Amelia disappeared and sleep felt like a luxury we could not afford."Maxwell is walking into a trap," Marcus said. His voice was rough with exhaustion and fear. "Torres called me fifteen minutes ago. Catherine wants him to come alone and unarmed. That is a death sentence.""We need a different approach," I replied. Tapped my pen against the desk in a rhythm that matched my racing heartbeat. "Catherine operates in shadows. She controls situations through fear and secrecy. So we drag her into the light."Marcus leaned closer to his camera. "What are you thinking?""Public pressure," I said. The idea had been fo
Israelite Maxwell's POVI stood in the helicopter with my hand gripping the overhead support and watched Torres set up the video link on a ruggedized tablet. The canyon stretched out below us in the darkness and every second that passed without contact felt like a fuse burning down to nothing. We were thirty minutes from the compound and I had no idea if this plan would save my family or get them killed."Connection is live," Torres said. Handed me the tablet. "Audio and visual feed is being monitored by our team and FBI agents in Phoenix. Everything Catherine says can be used as evidence."I looked at the screen. Sophia sat in a stark interrogation room with her face pale under fluorescent lights and her eyes hollow. She looked like a woman who had already accepted her death and was just waiting for it to arrive."You ready?" I asked her through the connection.&nb
Sophia Carter's POVI sat in the prison interrogation room with handcuffs biting into my wrists and waited for the call to connect. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead and cast everything in a sickly yellow glow. Two guards stood by the door and watched me like I was a bomb that might explode at any moment. Maybe I was.Maxwell's voice came through the speaker. Sharp. Desperate. "Sophia, we are running out of time. If you have more information, I need it now.""I know," I said. Stared at my reflection in the metal table surface. Hollow eyes. Hollow life. "That is why I called. There are things I did not tell you before. Things Catherine made me swear to protect.""Then why tell me now?" Maxwell demanded.Because I am dead either way, I thought. Catherine's reach extended into every prison in three states and I knew too much to be allowed to live. The only question was whether I died as the villain who helped destroy families or as the mother who tried to save her daughter."Because
Israelite Maxwell's POVThe video played for the fourteenth time and I still wanted to put my fist through the screen. Catherine Cross looked directly at the camera with Amelia and Lily visible behind her and every second that passed felt like glass in my throat. Three hours and forty-two minutes left on the deadline and I had nothing."Run it again," I ordered. My voice was raw from shouting commands for the past six hours. "There has to be something we missed."Torres stood beside me in the command center we set up at Maxwell Tower. Twelve tech specialists worked at stations around us and the room hummed with urgent energy. Every screen showed a different analysis of Catherine's communications. Every person here knew we were racing against time we did not have."We have analyzed every frame," Torres said. Frustration leaked through his professional tone. "No identifying markers. No visible landmarks. Catherine was careful.""She is always careful," I muttered. Leaned closer to the s







