THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

tucked away,” Marcus said. “I have eyes on every old Vance safe house in three counties. Nothing yet.”

“Then what is your plan?”

Marcus smiled like a man proud of his own cruelty.

“He has to surface. We hit somewhere he cannot ignore.”

“Where?”

“Carney Community Hospital. Where the Whitmore woman works.”

Even the room seemed to shift.

“We don’t take her,” continue reading …