Callahan.
The private jet lands in Rotterdam a few hours later. The flight was tense, to say the least, my brother quiet. He knows he did wrong. But I can't forgive him. Not yet.
Two cars wait for us at the airfield. Antonio, Dante and I climb into one, Antonio sitting in the passenger seat.
"House is in the city. About thirty kilometers from here."
"You've got eyes on it?"
Dante nods. "Only for the last couple of hours though. There are definitely two men inside and a woman."
"Portia?"
"Not sure yet."
I shift my gaze out the window.
"We'll find her, Callahan," he says.
I watch passing cars as we merge into traffic.
She got Nathan out. I'm glad she got him out. But she should have gone with him. Why didn't she? Was she waiting for me to return?
"Does she think I'm dead?" I ask.
