Jack’s POV
The cold air bit at my skin as I stepped outside, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. The weight of Margaret’s words still hung over me like a noose, tightening with every second that passed. Ellie was out there, scared and alone, and I couldn’t afford to waste another second.
Bruce and Brian were already moving, their phones pressed to their ears as they made calls, gathering intel, tracking every lead we had. Mason stood next to me, his face unreadable as he spoke in hushed tones to one of his contacts. Rose was by the door, arms wrapped around herself, her expression unreadable but her posture stiff with determination.
The seconds stretched unbearably.
“We have a location on Angelo’s last known whereabouts,” Brian finally announced, slipping his phone int
