Maria spoke for the first time since Jordan had entered. "On his way. He just replied to my text."
Victor nodded, resuming his pacing. Jordan watched him, recognizing the signs of his boss in deep thought—the slight furrow between his brows, the way his right hand absently touched the scar on his neck.
"Roberto must have contacts," Victor mused aloud. "Safe houses, Something I can use."
"I can find him," Jordan offered, cracking his knuckles. "Won't slip away from me twice."
Victor turned to him. "I need Roberto and that child. Alive and unharmed. Understand?"
"Crystal clear, boss," Jordan nodded. "I'll be gentle as a f*****g butterfly."
The study door opened, and Gerald entered. Unlike Jordan with his leather and attitude, Gerald was understated elegance—crisp suit, silver-streaked
