DOMINIC
They took Maya. I'd burn the world down to get her back.
The hospital ceiling blurred above me. White tiles. Fluorescent lights. The steady beep of machines that meant I was alive when I shouldn't be.
"Mr. Chen."
I turned my head. Pain shot through my skull. An FBI agent stood beside my bed, her face grim. Jeremy was there too, his jaw tight.
"Where's Maya?" My voice came out rough, broken.
The agent glanced at Jeremy. That look told me everything.
"No." I sat up. The room spun. "No, no, no."
"They took her," Jeremy said. "The attackers killed three agents. We don't know where she is."
My hands found the IV line. I yanked it out. Blood dripped onto the sheets.
"Sir, you can't…"
"Watch me." I swung my legs over the bed. My ribs screamed. I didn't care.
A doctor rushed in
