Chapter 12
Rafe gathered his defenses as he watched Grant start the engine and swing the car around, heading to the exit.
Once they’d cleared the gate and were on the main road, the alpha broke his silence. “Where are the other children?”
So the battle was joined. “I won’t tell you.” In truth, Rafe had no idea where the children were. All he knew was they were housed with sympathetic foster families. He’d been approached by only one person—the guy who’d returned the little girl to him. Everything else had been arranged using burner phones and now-defunct email addresses. By now, the phones were no doubt disabled and resting on the bottom of the lake. That’s where the one Rafe had been given was—he’d tossed it off the bridge the same night as the raid.
“One child almost died! The others
