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“Shit. What do you need from me? I’m working on the twin’s info, so I’m at my computer anyway.”

“Can you track Abbot’s car if I text you the details?”

“Yep. I take it you’re heading to Boston?”

“I’ve gotta find her, Kenzo.”

“I’ll call the pilot and get the plane ready. Head to the airfield.”

“Thanks.”

I hang up and dial Starling, but it goes to voicemail. The same happens with Abbot. I call Starling again and leave a message.

“Just let me explain, Birdie. Five minutes, that’s all I ask.” I hang up. Five minutes is all I need to kidnap her and bring her back home.

I drive to the airfield, going ten over the speed limit. I could put my foot flat to the floor, but I can’t risk getting pulled over and delayed. When I get there, I see Atlas standing next to his car, waiting for me.

Getting out of my car, I slam the door and head toward Atlas.

“What are you doing here?”

“Figured you might need a hand.”

I run my fingers through my hair, agitated. “I can’t believe she ran. What the fuck was she thinking?”

He gives me a look, but I choose to ignore it.

“Let’s just go?—”

The sound of my phone ringing cuts me off. I pull it out, frowning at the unfamiliar number, but answer it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Hudson Peters?”

“Speaking.”

“This is Janet Porter. I’m a nurse at Mass General.”

“In Boston?”

“Yes, sir. I’m calling because your son, Abbot Peters, was brought in after a car accident.”

I grip the side of the car and grit my teeth. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable. We’re waiting on x-rays, but he has a suspected broken leg. Depending on what the x-rays find, he may need surgery.”

“The passenger. The girl he had with him. Is she okay?”

“I’m sorry, sir. Only Abbot’s my patient. I’m unaware of anyone else’s condition.”

“I’m on my way.”

I hang up and get on the plane, Atlas behind me, hoping and praying she’s okay.

Chapter Thirty-One

Starling