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Monumental. The screen flashed to a close-up of Leo. “He and his mother took an early-morning trip to Mercat Del Encants. She became distracted by a merchant, and when she turned back around, Leo was gone.” Shaw dropped his hands onto his desk.
    â€œNo ransom demands?” Michael said.
    â€œNo,” Shaw said.
    â€œSurveillance?”
    His boss nodded and hit another button. Leo’s picture was re placed by surprisingly clear security footage. The camera was aimed directly at a string of high-priced booths. To the left of the screen, a well-dressed blonde strolled the aisle with a small boy in tow. The blonde was stopped in the middle of the thoroughfare by a young girl peddling scarves. The boy pulled away, eager to use his mother’s distraction to his best advantage. She turned her head for a few seconds—five at best—but it was enough. The instant her back was turned, a man swept into the frame, ball cap pulled low to hide his face, and scooped the boy into his arms. He clamped a hand over Leo’s mouth and was gone before the blonde even manages to tell the girl no thanks.
    Shaw paused the feed. “That’s it. Ten seconds of tape. Less than helpful, I’m afraid.”
    The guy on the screen kept his face turned away. He seemed to know that the camera was there, so it was safe to assume that whoever he was, he’d planned the abduction. Michael studied the frozen images on the screen and tried not to let the look of absolute terror on the boy’s face bother him.
    â€œWhere was their security detail?”
    Shaw inclined his head and shrugged. “Jon Maddox is an up and comer—his father is pinning presidential hopes on his chest, but his wife, Sara, is … less than cooperative. She’d been expressly forbidden from taking Leo from the hotel without his detail, and she agreed not to do so.”
    â€œBut she did it anyway,” Ben said, shooting Michael a sidelong glance.
    â€œAny chance she’s involved?” Michael said.
    Shaw shook his head. “No. She’s completely beside herself. Leon said she’s been under heavy sedation since the abduction.”
    Michael said nothing. He wasn’t counting anyone out—not even the old man. Leon Maddox played the part of bereaved grandfather to a T, but if he’d learned anything it was that the face most people showed the world was a lie.
    â€œWhat about her?” He tipped his chin at the screen, indicating the young woman with the scarves. “Anyone talk to her? Ask her what she saw?”
    â€œSpanish authorities haven’t been able to find her.”
    â€œBullshit. They can’t find one girl?” This came from Lark, who until now had been content to sit quietly. He crossed his arms over his chest, shooting a pointed look Michael’s way. “Either they don’t care or they’ve been paid not to look,” he said.
    â€œMy guess is both,” Michael said, studying the frozen video. The girl looked scared, that’s for sure, but she didn’t look surprised by what was happening. “I guess we have our square one.” Michael stood, ready to get started, but his partner had different ideas.
    â€œI have a question,” Ben said, his clear blue eyes gone ice cold. “Why the hell do you care about some kid that got snatched from a flea market?”
    â€œLeon Maddox is my friend.” Shaw folded his hands on his blotter and pinned his son with a glare.
    â€œYou don’t have friends; you have chess pieces.” Ben shook his head. “There’s always something in it for you. So what is it?”
    â€œBelieve it or not, Benjamin, I happen to care a great deal about what happens to Leo Maddox—”
    â€œYou care ?” Ben shot to his feet. “Well, look at you … all magnanimous and shit,” he said with a laugh. “I’d like to know where your nobility was the day Mason and