“Tommy.” Christina laid her hands on his shoulders.

He flinched and shook her off. “How could you do this to me? Do you know how much trouble I’ll be in for missing a Homicide call?”

“You’re not in trouble. I talked to Sam and she talked to Malone. They agreed that you needed the sleep more than you needed to go to work. We did what we thought was best for you.”

Though he was furious—at her, at Sam, at Malone, at the man who’d gunned down his partner, at Arnold for dying the way he had—he kept a lid on it so he wouldn’t frighten his son. If the lid ever blew off, he hated to think about how epic the explosion would be. The last text was from Sam, calling everyone to her house to work the case. He ran for the shower.

Christina followed him. “Tommy, the meeting with Dr. Trulo is at noon today.”

“I’ll meet you there.” Maybe it was the eight hours of uninterrupted sleep or maybe it was the rage that fueled him. Whatever it was, he wanted back in the game, and he wanted in right now.

* * *

“LET’S START WITH what you learned from the men who took Freddie and Josh,” Sam said when Malone and Hill had arrived and after Sam and Nick sent Scotty off to school with his detail. “Captain?”

Reading off the suspects’ names, Malone said, “They refused to talk without lawyers present, so we got nowhere with them. We’re hoping to have the chance to talk to them today.”

“And what did Crime Scene get from Hamilton’s house and Cruz’s car?”

“We got some decent prints off the golf club at Hamilton’s that are with the lab. They’re still working on the car.”

“What’re we doing to find Josh?” Sam asked.

“We’ve done all the usual things,” Malone said. “We’ve issued a second APB, alerted the airports, train and bus stations to be on the lookout and we’ve asked the local media to publicize his photo. We’re doing everything we can to find him, but because of the way he was taken, it’s safe to assume that whoever took him doesn’t want him found.”

“Are we thinking he’s dead?” McBride asked.

“I really hope not,” Malone said. “Especially if it turns out that he’s Taylor. Imagine those poor parents looking for him all this time only to learn five minutes after they find him that he’s dead.”

Avery looked up from his phone. “We may have a secondary issue. It appears that FBI Deputy Director Dustin Jacoby is missing too. No one has heard from him since early Saturday. Our people are trying to track his phone and credit cards. He and Hamilton were tight. They came up through the ranks together, and Hamilton handpicked Jacoby for the deputy’s job.”