“They had to have already boxed him in and taken him,” Enzo said in a low voice, his words dredging up a brutal if only.

If only I hadn’t taught my son to drive, he’d never have been able to take off on me.

“They have to be close by,” I snarled, surveying the area as I fought with everything I had in me to switch back to operator mode.

“Wait, I think I know where Colin’s being taken!” Izzy yelled out. “The Brooklyn Navy Yard. Our facial recognition software got a hit. The fake cop was also there today, and based on the timestamp, it was right after he left that warehouse in Vinegar Hill. He went through the security checkpoint alone, then he drove out with another guy—the same asshole with him in that garage today.”

“There must be more of them there. Good work,” I said as the unrelenting chills continued to crash down over me.

Hudson immediately U-turned to take us in a new direction and hit the gas.

“I just texted Alessandro the layout. It's the best I can do. We don’t have time to get real-time aerial footage, and their security cameras were killed at the same time the power went out at Jamie’s hotel, so you’re going in blind,” Izzy shared. “But it should be empty of civilians tonight. Probably a few night-shift security guards, but they may have already been taken out by whoever has Colin.”

I directed Enzo to relay the change in plans to the two SEALs Hudson had instructed to meet us as our backup. Since they’d already been in Brooklyn, they’d rolled up behind us a few minutes ago to trail us.

“Stay safe. Love you. All of you,” Izzy said in a shaky voice. “I’d stay on the line, but I don’t want to distract you.”

“Love you, Bella,” Hudson murmured just before he killed the call in preparation for the extraction.

“Comms?” I looked back at Enzo.

He distributed our wireless communication devices, and I placed mine in my ear.

“It’s a maze of warehouses, narrow corridors, and shipping containers. They won’t expect us, but if they’re smart, they’ll be prepared for us,” Alessandro said, scanning the map. “Looks like a service tunnel leads to an abandoned dry dock. They could be planning to leave with him and Lennon from there. Or they’re hiding him in one of the shipping containers. Exfil’ing by boat. There are a lot of options.”

Too many fucking options.

“We’ll follow the bodies,” Hudson remarked, drawing my attention forward. He pointed to the security gate, already broken from its hinges and run over. “Blood on the windows inside the security checkpoint booth.”

“No mercy,” I hissed as Hudson killed our headlights. It was nighttime, but a few minutes too early to switch to our night vision.