I hear the screech of tires outside their house. Natalie and Benjamin stiffen, but I wave them off. “Those are my men. They’re going to move you to a safe location.”
“You want us to leave our home?” Natalie asks, white knuckling the armrest of the soft in fear.
“Not forever,” I assure her. “Just until I have control of the situation. As soon as this is handled, I’ll bring you back here.”
“I don’t care about my home, Leo,” she says. “I care about my daughter.”
“That makes two of us.”
“You’ll get her back?” she asks.
“And you won’t stop trying until you do?”
I understand her need for reassurance. She’s putting all her trust in a complete stranger. Son-in-law or not, I am still the man who broke into her living room with a gun in hand to offer her a vague, patchy explanation.
I look m
