The police vehicle took corners hard enough to throw Maya against the door.
She barely noticed.
Davis sat beside her making calls that went unanswered.
The secure facility where Leo had been left was only fourteen kilometers away.
It felt farther than the Atlantic.
“Try Mercer again.”
“I am.”
“Again.”
Davis did.
Voicemail.
Maya called the number of the Spanish officer assigned to Leo.
No answer.
Second officer.
No answer.
Her mind supplied images faster than she could suppress them.
Leo asleep beneath Davis’s jacket.
Leo wrapping his little finger around hers.
Come back this time.
She had promised.
Davis watched her.
“Don’t go somewhere you don’t have evidence for.”
She looked at him.
“My son is in a facility supervised by a man who just redirected the police team protecting me.”
“We don’t know Mercer did that intentionally.”
“We don’t know he didn’t.”
The driver accelerated.
Maya forced herself to think operationally.
If Mercer had betrayed them, why?
Money?
Blackmail?
Nightglass involvement?
If Mercer had not, then someone had used his credentials.
Either possibility was dangerous.
“What exactly did the redirect order say?”
Davis closed his eyes, reconstructing.
“That your tracker had moved south toward a secondary hangar.”
“Did it?”
“No.”
“Who confirmed the order?”
“Spanish command said it came through the federal liaison channel.”
“Mercer’s channel.”
“Yes.”
“But not necessarily Mercer.”
Davis nodded.
That distinction mattered.
Maya grabbed his phone.
“Call the facility’s landline.”
He searched.
The number rang.
Once.
Twice.
Then someone answered.
No words.
Maya took the phone.
“Hello?”
Breathing.
Then a click.
Disconnected.
“Trace it.”
Davis looked at her.
“I’m an airline captain, not an intelligence service.”
“Today you’re disappointing me.”
Despite everything, he almost smiled.
The police driver spoke into his radio.
Units ahead were approaching the facility.
Maya listened to Spanish she understood only in pieces.
Door open.
No response.
Entering.
Then silence.
The radio crackled.
Officer down.
Maya’s pulse hammered.
Another transmission.
Second officer alive.
Facility empty.
No child.
Maya closed her eyes.
For exactly one second.
Then she opened them.
“Keep moving.”
Davis looked at her.
“Maya—”
“Do not tell me to stay calm.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Good.”
The facility occupied a converted administrative building near an airport police annex.
Two ambulances were already outside when Maya arrived.
She was out of the vehicle before it fully stopped.
Davis followed.
A Spanish officer tried to block the entrance.
Maya pushed past.
“Where is he?”
The officer stepped in front of her again.
Davis spoke quickly, explaining.
The officer relented.
Inside, one guard lay unconscious near the reception desk.
No obvious gunshot wound.
A medic worked over him.
The second officer sat against the wall with blood running from a cut over his eyebrow.
Maya crouched in front of him.
“Leo.”
The officer recognized her.
His face twisted with shame.
“I’m sorry.”
“Where is my son?”
“A federal man came.”
“Mercer?”
“I don’t know.”
“Describe him.”
“Tall. Dark hair. American.”
Not Mercer.
Mercer was shorter, light-haired.
“What did he say?”
“That there was a security breach and the child had to be moved.”
“You gave him Leo?”
“He had credentials.”
Maya’s anger flashed.
“Whose credentials?”
“Federal liaison. He knew the transfer code.”
Davis crouched beside her.
“What happened then?”
The officer touched his bleeding forehead.
“After they left, someone attacked us.”
“Who?”
“Two men. Masks.”
“Why attack after Leo was gone?”
The officer shook his head.
Maya understood.
“To make it look like a kidnapping.”
Davis looked at her.
“If they wanted Leo taken quietly, they needed time before anyone realized.”
“Yes.”
The officer continued.
“The American told the boy you sent him.”
Maya felt sick.
“Did Leo believe him?”
“He didn’t want to go.”
Of course he didn’t.
“He asked to call you.”
“What did the man say?”
“That you were busy with police and waiting in another building.”
Maya gripped her knees to stop her hands from shaking.
“Did Leo fight?”
The officer almost smiled despite the blood.
“He kicked him.”
Maya closed her eyes briefly.
Good boy.
“What vehicle?”
“White van. Government plate.”
“Real?”
Police were already checking.
False.
Maya stood.
“Cameras.”
The facility’s exterior security feed had been disabled eight minutes before the transfer.
Nearby traffic cameras captured the van.
It headed west.
Then disappeared beneath an overpass.
Another camera caught a similar vehicle emerging.
Different plate.
Maybe same van.
Maybe decoy.
Maya looked at every frame.
Nothing useful.
Then she noticed Leo through a side window in one image.
He was not crying.
He was looking directly out at the camera.
His left hand pressed against the glass.
Three fingers extended.
Maya froze.
“Back.”
The technician reversed.
Three fingers.
Then two.
Then one.
Davis frowned.
“What is he doing?”
Maya’s throat tightened.
“A countdown.”
“For what?”
The next frame showed Leo pointing downward.
Toward the van door.
The camera angle changed.
A small blue object lay on the road behind the vehicle.
Maya stared.
“His shoe.”
Leo had removed one sneaker.
Davis understood.
“He’s leaving a trail.”
Maya almost laughed through the terror.
“He watches too many adventure movies.”
Police searched the route.
The shoe was recovered near the overpass.
Inside it was a folded scrap of paper.
A child’s handwriting.
Maya read it.
MAN SAID WE GO TO OLD AIRPORT.
The officer asked, “Which old airport?”
Maya looked at Davis.
There were several.
Then she remembered the museum.
Adjacent airfield.
Kessler had escaped across a maintenance field.
Maybe Leo had overheard them.
“What else?”
On the back Leo had written:
HE CALLED SOMEONE MR K.
Maya’s fear sharpened into certainty.
Kessler.
The museum confrontation had never been the real extraction.
While Maya, Davis, Vale and police focused on Kessler, someone else used their chaos to take Leo.
“Why?” Davis asked.
Maya knew.
“The sequence.”
“He needs leverage.”
“Yes.”
“And you haven’t given him the key.”
“No.”
Davis stood.
“Then Leo is alive.”
Maya looked at him.
He did not soften the statement.
“He needs you cooperative. That means he needs Leo alive.”
She nodded once.
Useful fact.
Hold onto useful facts.
A Spanish commander entered with a tablet.
“We located the white van.”
“Where?”
“Abandoned twelve kilometers west.”
“Leo?”
“No.”
“Blood?”
“None.”
“Tracks?”
“Another vehicle picked them up.”
“What vehicle?”
“Unknown.”
Maya walked to the reception desk.
A sheet of paper lay on the floor.
Something about it caught her eye.
Too clean.
While everything else nearby had been disturbed, the paper sat squarely beneath a chair.
She picked it up.
One sentence had been printed in English.
BRING WHAT GABRIEL GAVE YOU.
Below was a time.
14:00.
And coordinates.
Davis read them.
“Where?”
Police mapped the location.
An old agricultural airstrip south of Madrid.
Maya stared.
“He wants the sequence.”
“Yes.”
“If I bring it, he gives Leo back.”
Davis did not answer.
They both knew there was no reason to trust that promise.
Maya folded the paper.
“Where is Mercer?”
Nobody knew.
His phone remained offline.
His last verified location had been the airport evidence facility shortly before Kessler stole the audit package.
Then nothing.
Davis said, “Maybe he was taken too.”
“Maybe.”
“You still think he’s involved.”
“I think someone used his channel.”
Police technicians checked the federal communication logs.
The museum redirect order came through Mercer’s authenticated device.
Maya stared at the result.
“Could it be spoofed?”
“Difficult,” the technician said.
“Not impossible.”
“No.”
“Where is the device now?”
“Offline.”
Maya looked at Davis.
“He either helped them or lost control of his equipment.”
“Neither is good.”
A federal message arrived.
Mercer’s rental vehicle had been found near the airport.
Driver door unlocked.
Phone inside.
No Mercer.
Maya asked, “Blood?”
“None.”
The phone itself was wiped.
Not powered off.
Wiped.
Someone had intentionally erased it.
Maya’s suspicions shifted again.
A traitor might destroy evidence.
A captive’s device might be destroyed by whoever took him.
No conclusion yet.
Vale was transferred under heavy guard from the museum to another secure location.
Cole survived his wound.
The captured gunman refused to speak.
Kessler remained missing.
And Leo had vanished into a network that seemed to anticipate every official response.
Maya returned to Gabriel’s sequence.
Seven-Bravo.
Nine-Delta.
Four-Charlie.
Twelve-Echo.
Then?
She closed her eyes.
Cockpit noise returned in memory.
Gabriel laughing over radio.
Come on, Major, that one was easy.
She had replied that if he wanted memory games, he should join a circus.
Next group.
Two-Foxtrot.
Then Six-Alpha.
Maybe.
She needed the entire key before the meeting.
Not to give Kessler.
To control what happened when he believed she would.
Davis watched her.
“You’re remembering.”
“Some.”
“How many?”
“Maybe six out of twelve.”
“Can Gabriel’s audio fill the rest?”
“If we recover the raw recording.”
“Where?”
Maya looked at Vale.
“He might know.”
A secure call was arranged.
Vale appeared pale on video, arm restrained.
Maya wasted no time.
“Gabriel’s mission audio.”
Vale frowned.
“What about it?”
“Kessler recovered fragments. Where is the full recording?”
“Military archive.”
“Can you access it?”
“Not anymore.”
“Who can?”
Vale hesitated.
“Mercer.”
Maya’s eyes narrowed.
“How would a federal liaison have access to classified Air Force mishap audio?”
Vale looked surprised she did not know.
“Daniel Mercer wasn’t always Justice.”
“What was he?”
“Air Force intelligence.”
Davis looked at Maya.
Vale continued.
“He worked Nightglass oversight during the final year.”
Maya felt a chill.
“Mercer was part of Nightglass?”
“Officially, counterintelligence review.”
“Did Gabriel know him?”
“Yes.”
The room went still.
Maya leaned closer to the screen.
“How well?”
“Enough to send him evidence.”
Maya’s pulse shifted.
“Mercer never told me.”
Vale’s expression darkened.
“Then you should ask why.”
Maya ended the call.
She stood silent.
Davis asked, “What are you thinking?”
“That Mercer knew Gabriel before the crash.”
“And hid it.”
“Yes.”
“He had access to the audio.”
“Yes.”
“And his authenticated channel redirected the museum team.”
“Yes.”
Maya hated the conclusion taking shape.
Still, she forced herself not to adopt it prematurely.
“Find Mercer first.”
A call came from Spanish police thirty seconds later.
They had.
A traffic patrol discovered a man walking beside a rural road near Barajas.
Disoriented.
Bruised.
Barefoot.
Daniel Mercer.
He had been drugged.
When he regained enough coherence to speak, he asked one question.
“Where’s the boy?”
Maya arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later.
Mercer lay beneath a thin blanket with an IV in his arm.
One eye was swollen.
Maya stood beside the bed.
“You knew Gabriel.”
Mercer looked at her.
Even drugged, his expression revealed recognition.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t.”
“That answer expired eighteen months ago.”
Mercer swallowed.
“Gabriel contacted me three days before he died.”
Maya’s hands curled.
“With what?”
“Evidence.”
“Nightglass?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“I told him I needed twenty-four hours.”
Maya stared.
“And?”
Mercer closed his eyes.
“Within twenty-four hours, his aircraft was dead.”
Silence.
Maya’s voice lowered.
“Did you leak his complaint?”
Mercer opened his eyes.
“No.”
“Then how did Kessler know Gabriel had contacted you?”
“I’ve been trying to answer that ever since.”
Maya leaned closer.
“Leo is gone.”
Mercer went pale.
“What?”
“Kessler took him.”
Mercer tried to sit up.
Pain stopped him.
“Maya—”
“I need Gabriel’s raw flight audio.”
Mercer stared.
“How do you know about that?”
“Because Kessler is missing part of the certification key.”
Mercer’s expression changed.
“You know.”
“I know enough.”
He looked toward the door.
Then back to Maya.
“The raw file isn’t in the archive anymore.”
“Where is it?”
Mercer hesitated.
“Gabriel gave me a copy.”
Maya’s heart pounded.
“Do you still have it?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Mercer swallowed.
“In a secure repository outside Washington.”
“That does me no good at two this afternoon.”
“No.”
He looked at her.
“But I memorized the missing section.”
Maya froze.
“Why?”
“Because Gabriel made me play the same stupid game.”
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