Ava’s POV
“Doctor Snyder said you’d help me.”
My hand stayed on the door handle.
The boy stood inches from the window, crying.
Mario was moving toward the road.
Away from the warehouse.
Free.
They had kept their word.
That didn’t make this safe.
“Ava,” Morgan said through my earpiece.
“Wait.”
I forced myself to look past the child.
Two men visible.
One armed.
The other stood inside the warehouse entrance.
Neither was pointing a weapon at the boy.
Neither was chasing Mario.
“Can you hear me?” I asked quietly.
“Clear.”
“Mario’s moving.”
“We have him.”
Relief hit hard.
At least one part of this had worked.
The boy slapped his palm against the window.
“Por favor.”
Please.
I looked at the driver.
“Unlock it.”
“Ava—” Morgan warned.
“They released Mario.”
“That doesn
