"You're Darren," I whispered. He didn’t have an accent, which probably meant he’d adapted to whatever corner of the world he’d been hiding in.
Running a hand through his sandy blond hair, he said, "Please, just tell me you found him first—he was already gone when I went back."
Dre stepped forward. "We—"
"Yes, we found him," I cut in. "Now, are you or are you not Darren McDillard?"
Wincing, the man gave a small nod. "I didn’t take the boy, I swear. I was trying to protect him when I moved him from the basement to the bunker. I came home from overseas as soon as I heard what was going on. The scheme my father roped my little brother into… it was sick. When I walked into that basement—" he shook his head, voice tight, "—it looks like a damn torture chamber."
Logan huffed, still in his wo
