Barry's blood turned to ice. He looked at Jonathan, who was already on his phone, calling someone.
"Where are you?" Jonathan demanded when someone answered. "I don't care. Find them. Now."
He hung up and turned to Barry.
"We have operatives all over the city," Jonathan said. "If Isabella is being held somewhere, we'll find her. But we don't have much time."
"No," Barry said, his voice hard. "We're going to the location they specified. We're going to Fifth and Main."
"That's a trap," Jonathan said. "Of course it's a trap. They want to get you alone in a location they control. They'll kill you and take Isabella, and there's nothing we can do to stop them."
"Then we don't go alone," Barry said. "We go with your operatives. We go prepared. We go ready for a fight."
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