“Track their phones,” Garret said. “Ciana’s. Nova’s… Fuck, why didn’t I put a tracker on Lis? Why? Stupid motherfucker.” He thrust his hands into his hair, pulling at the roots. “Ryan, find my sister. Nova wouldn’t leave Lis. Where one is, the other will be. Right?”

“Desi said both Ciana’s and Nova’s phones are off,” Zio informed us, pocketing his phone. “But Ciana has been acting off ever since she got home from that fucking vacation, so I had him put trackers in all of her shoes while she was at work one day. He’s got a read on her location, and they are headed north. But from the speed the tracker is going, he suspects she’s possibly on a helicopter.”

“Let’s go. There’s no time to waste. If they are in the air, they will already have a huge lead on us,” Pop said before either Garret or I could voice the command. He caught my wild gaze. “We’ll get them back, boys. Just keep your heads.”

We had two jets but no helicopter of our own. I was going to have to fix that as soon as I got Nova back. Until then, a few phone calls got me what we needed, and we were in the air. While we were in flight, Desi sent Zio all the video footage of the accident he could get, and he and I watched it as we flew closer and closer to the Canadian border.

Not five minutes after the limo and SUV left Medusa’s, the SUV was taken out. The carnage left between it and where I found the destroyed limo was like watching some stupid action movie. Only, this was reality, and at the end of the scene, the reason I got out of bed every morning was pulled out of the top of the limo, looking lifeless.

A guy in a ski mask climbed in and handed Nova to his partner. He tossed her unconscious body over his shoulder like she was nothing more than a rag doll, while the guy extracted Cali next. But instead of taking Ciana, they left her behind just as another military-grade vehicle slammed on its brakes at the front of the wreckage.

The guy made a run for it, as if he were scared of who was in the new vehicle, Cali’s body flopping as he ran with her over his shoulder.

Whoever the newcomers were, they waited until the other men left with Cali and Nova before three men got out. Unlike the other two, these men didn’t bother trying to cover their faces, but I didn’t recognize a single one of them. They climbed in through the top, and moments later, Ciana was carefully lifted out of the top of the limo.

“Maybe they took Nova and Cali to different locations,” I mused aloud, but even as the words left me, the new vehicle drove off in the same direction as the other had.

Zio’s fingers clenched around his phone so hard the screen began to crack around the edges. “Maybe,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the final footage of his daughter being taken away.