CHAPTER NINETEEN
Devon was about to knock on the still-closed door when it swung open, and he took in Ian’s wild expression. He knew immediately what he saw in the blue eyes so similar to his own—terror . . . sheer terror. “What’s wrong?”
Instead of telling him, his brother shoved his phone in Devon’s face, so he could read the text Ian had received seconds earlier.
Angel
Kidnappers called. They’re at 1795 Route 301. I’m trading myself for Jenn. Hurry.
“Ah, f**k!”
Ian ran to the reception area. “We gotta move! Now!”
The team, former SEALs, Chase’s men, Carter, Athos, the feds, and cops came running and followed the Sawyer brothers into the parking lot. “We’ve got an address. Not only do they have Jenn,” Ian paused and looked directly at Athos, “but they contacted Angie on her cell,
