I look into Evelyn’s smiling eyes. Her true grandfather is waiting for her even though he doesn’t know of her existence.

My thoughts are broken when we hear a crackling from the radio headset. “Unplug the headset,” Stephen says. Lydia does as he commands and a muffled voice says something unintelligible.

“Can…hear…? …is …, ov…”

“Red Falcon, this is Home Base, do you read?” Stephen says over the radio.

There is a long static noise before a voice calls out from the other end. It’s such a low tone, I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman.

“Is this Home Base?” the voice asks clearly.

“Yes,” Stephen says, seemingly not recognizing the voice.

Lydia stands next to Evelyn and holds her close to her side, staring me in the eyes as if to dare me to try and take her away. Evelyn still stares up at me, smiling brightly.

“Home Base,” the voice says, “Red Falcon has been compromised. They are my prisoners, but I am willing to make a deal.”

Stephen swears loudly, raising his hand to throw the radio in frustration, but thinks better of it. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Where are my scouts? What kind of deal are you talking about? Who is this?”

There is a long silence from the other side of the radio, but finally it crackles to life.

“There will be plenty of time for discussion. For now, keep the transmission open.”

“Who is this?” Stephen repeats.

Another pause.

“You can call me Shadowface.”

Chapter 19 - Waverly

I sit on the floor against the wall while Scarecrow stares at me down his sharp nose and reveals his crooked, yellow teeth as he smiles. I want to kill him. He took the one I loved away from me forever. I want him to suffer. I want him to feel fear. I want him to die.

He and the other raiders got to me before I could get up. I don’t know what happened to the others, but I hope that they got away in time. I guess, I know that they did because what happened in the vision hasn’t happened yet. But this is the warehouse. I recognized it on the way in before Scarecrow’s men threw me into this small room. I can hear the storm raging outside, a sign of things to come.

I stare up at Scarecrow as he paces the floor in front of me.

“You have something I want,” he says. “You stole it from the SUV.”

“I don’t have it,” I say. “Your men already searched me.”

Left to right, right to left he paces. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette and lights it, puffs of smoke clouding up the room. “Which means one of your people has it then. Isn’t that right, Waverly?”