Disconnecting the line, he ran a hand through his hair. Looking around, he was content that his son had gotten the jump on getting the scene taken care of as quickly as possible. Again, Phoenix and his team were showing their predecessors just how good they were. They were still somewhat immature, yes, but they got s**t done efficiently and effectively in their own way.
His phone rang again, and he looked down to see Xena’s name flashing on the screen. “Talk to me.”
“I just got off the phone with Uncle X. I know all, so just tell me what you need, Brother,” she replied.
“Anything you can do,” he said. “We have twenty-four hours to bring them home before he either kills one or both to send a message. He’s unhinged, so, where Kennedy is concerned, that may be a route he’s willing to go. X
