I didn't show them the photo.
I don't know why. Maybe because Anna would have lost it completely. Maybe because David would have tried to stop me. Maybe because some small, stupid part of me still thought I could fix this without anyone else getting hurt.
I slipped my old phone into my pocket. The one Marcus texted. The one he could track.
"Julian," I said, my voice steady. "Get the reporter here. I'll do the interview. But I need air first. Need to clear my head."
He nodded, already typing. "Don't go far. They're still patrolling."
"Just outside. Two minutes."
Anna grabbed my arm. Her eyes were wild. "Clara. My son."
"I know." I squeezed her hand. "We're going to get him back. I promise."
She held on for a second longer, then let go.
David watched me as I walked to the door. He k
