Edge's POV
7:42 p.m. — Mexico, Hospital
“Tell me those bastards didn't get away with moving the children.”
Rafa stood near the window, speaking into his phone.
Blaze paced beside me.
We'd been waiting nearly forty minutes for an update from the authorities.
Finally, Rafa disconnected.
“Mexican federal police have entered the secondary facility.”
“And?” Blaze demanded.
“They've secured the building. Medical personnel are going room to room.”
“Any sign of Pierce?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
“Isabel?”
“Nothing confirmed.”
I rubbed my jaw.
“Son of a bitch.”
Rafa continued.
“The property was registered as a rehabilitation center.
"Meridian's name doesn't appear on the operating license.”
“Of course it f*****g doesn't.”
Blaze stopped pacing.
“What about the children?”
Rafa's phon
