“Three minutes from the clinic,” Faith said tightly. “I texted him, too, in case by some chance he is looking at his phone. I told him not to go to the clinic and to call either me or you, but he’s still not answering. Dammit. He fights the rules every day. Why does he pick now to obey? Where are you?”

Dani’s heart was beating in her throat. Let me be paranoid. Let this be nothing. Let Greg be on his way somewhere else. “We just got off at Taft.”

“Five minutes,” Parrish said. Putting the emergency lights on, he took off with a squeal of tires. “Hang on.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cincinnati, Ohio
Tuesday, March 19, 6:25 p.m.

Agent Parrish Colby got them to the clinic in four minutes, slowing down when Diesel spied Greg walking from where he’d parked on the street. Greg was walking with his head down, texting on his phone.

Parrish leaned on the horn, but Greg didn’t stop.

Dani wanted to throttle her brother. “If he’s not wearing his hearing aids, he can’t hear anything.” And even if he was, it wasn’t enough just to hear a car horn. “We’re going to have to catch him, because he’s not watching for us. Stop the van. Stop the van!” she shouted when they still hadn’t rolled to a stop.

Parrish stopped with a jerk, opening the doors for Dani to get out. But Diesel was first and he sprinted toward Greg, catching up to him just as Greg was pulling at the clinic’s front door.

Diesel grabbed Greg around the waist, spinning him around.

Greg shrank back, his face gone white. “What the fuck?” he voiced.

Diesel didn’t answer, dragging Greg between two parked cars on the street and hunkering down. Dani caught up to them, breathing hard as she dropped into a crouch beside them. “It’s a trap, Greg,” she signed, her hands shaking. “I didn’t ask you to meet me here.”

Greg’s face went even paler. “Oh my God. It’s him? Kaiser?”

Dani nodded, trying to catch her breath. “I think so.”

“But . . . how?” Greg was trembling, head to toe. “How did he get my number? How did he know yours? The text came from you.”

“He must have spoofed it,” Diesel said, but he was looking up and down the street. “Let’s go. Parrish Colby’s going to get us out of here. Now.”

Dani didn’t move. “How did he get our numbers, Diesel? Did you get any other texts, Greg?”

Greg nodded. “One from Jenny, right as I got out of the car. That’s what I was looking at when Diesel grabbed me. She said to hurry.”

Dani sucked in a breath that hurt. One text had been sent from her own account and the next from the nurse at the clinic? This wasn’t good.