“For Christ sake.” Kate stood. “This is what got you thrown out of my office last year.”

“And you refused then to even hear me out that it was starting again. But it’s worse this time. The deaths, the storms, the sicknesses, the bloodshed. We knew the abducted were returning again—”

“I can’t listen to this bullshit again.” Kate reached for her phone, which she’d left on her chair.

“After what you’ve just seen, after what your own mother and father believed, how can you continue to doubt—”

Kate pointed at him. “Because I read your parent agency’s own reports of what happened in Argentum. I devoured them, and the Homeland Security reports. I questioned the authors of both reports. I reviewed every single bit of available information. And the conclusion was unquestionable: There was no proof of any mass abductions or their return. This comes from your government agencies—”

“Not mine. You never read the reports from the SSA,” Flynn said with a scowl.

“Because until five minutes ago, I didn’t believe that you even existed.”

“Flynn, thank you for delaying your trip. You should have been in the air an hour ago.” The director motioned to the door.

The agent looked at Kate for a moment, clearly wanting to say something, and then walked out.

As the door shut, Mark said quietly, “Senator—”

“I will not waste a second more of my time on these theories. I want to know who has my nephew.”

“There’s a second video. Please take a moment to watch.”

As she exhaled, he reached around to his keyboard and opened another window. This time, the video came from a steady camera showing a landing strip.

“The camera was mounted on one of our helicopters. Watch that Porsche driving up and the van behind it. I’ll zoom in. Our agents shot out the tires, so don’t be alarmed by the bullet sound.”

Kate held her breath, her arms folded across her chest. She watched as the van pulled up to the stalled Porsche and a man in a mask with a long rifle jumped out. He forced open the door, and another man, also wearing some sort of mask, held up a gun to the front seat.

“Who the hell is that?” she demanded.

“We don’t know.”

Moments later, a tall man with red hair emerged from the car with what looked to be the same little girl from the earlier video. As the agents scrambled towards them, the girl pointed in their direction.

Kate watched as once again, they began to twitch and fall.

“My God,” she said.

A moment later, William and another man from the Porsche were practically shoved into the van, with the girl scrambling to follow.

“Wait a minute,” Kate said, pointing to the screen. “Is that—?”

The director paused the video. “Quincy Martin. Yes.”

“What in the world is he doing there? Is he in on this?”