CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Maia held Atom’s hand so tightly it was beginning to go numb. As the helicopter flew over Washington state towards Portland, Atom tried to keep his wife calm but he knew it was impossible.
In the forty-eight hours since Maia had received that phone call she had been waiting for every day for the past five years, Maia had been wired and almost hysterical every moment.
Luka.
Luka was alive and somewhere on the west coast. That was all she could tell her mother between sobs, and when they had called the police, the FBI had gotten involved. They hauled in Tracey Golding-Hamm in New York who rolled almost immediately at the threat of prosecution.
It was all true. Zach Konta had taken Luka, and for five years lived off-the-grid, keeping tabs on Maia the whole time. When s
