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There was no chance this was an oversight.
    Jake slammed the car to a stop. “You sense anything, Laney?”
    Laney shook her head. “No. No Fallen, no nephilim besides Henry.”
    “The SUVs or the house?” Jake asked.
    Henry opened his door. “I’ll take the house. You head back after the SUVs.”
    Henry sprinted away before Laney could reply. Laney watched him go with concern. She hated the idea of Henry going in alone. But splitting up made more sense.
    Jake threw the car into a U-turn.
    The motion jarred Laney into action. She grabbed the duffel bag from the back and retrieved her P90 and an extra drum. Her knife was already in the sheath at her waist. She pulled on a holster and placed a Beretta in it. Then she grabbed Jake’s weapons and placed them on the console in between, along with Henry’s weapons, which had been specially modified to fit his larger hands.
    Jake was on the phone. “Jordan, I need any and all of the video feeds from around Victoria’s and the airport. Call me back.”
    Laney nodded understanding; the airport was only a few miles away and it was the most likely destination if someone was trying to get away quickly.
    Her gut clenched. We’re not going to make it , she thought. Unless there was some miracle delay, the bad guys would be up in the air before she and Jake could do anything about it—or even find out who they were. And that’s if they’re even headed there.
    “I need you to send a medical unit to Maine. One of ours.” Jake rattled off Victoria’s address into his phone. “And I need you there yesterday. Contact Clark at SIA and have him send agents as well.”
    Laney glanced over at Jake shock. Victoria’s home was a well-guarded secret. She wouldn’t like—
    Laney stopped short. They couldn’t reach Victoria, and she’d warned them that danger was coming. The time for secrets was over.
    A tingle ran through her and she glanced behind her as a blur raced for the car. Henry?
    Henry leaped onto the roof. Laney opened the sunroof over the back seat, and Henry quickly climbed down, with more than a little difficulty. He sat down heavily on the seat next to her.
    “What happened?” Laney asked.
    Henry’s face was tight. “She’s not there.”
    Laney glanced down at Henry’s hands. Blood was splashed across one of them. “Whose blood is this?”
    Henry looked back at her, pain in his eyes. “Ralph’s.”
    Laney gasped. Henry’s tone told her all she needed to know. She closed her eyes and said a little prayer for his passing. And she worried even more for Victoria.
    She wanted to ask more questions, but something in Henry’s face held her back. So instead she reached over and grabbed the wipes she kept in her bag and silently cleaned the blood off his hand.
    When she was done, he clutched her hand tightly. “Thank you.”
    She nodded. She reached down and handed Henry his weapons. He took them with a nod but wouldn’t look at her.
    Jake’s cell rang and he snatched it up. “Jordan?”
    Laney leaned forward to hear as Jordan’s voice came over the car’s speakers. “There’s a plane waiting on the tarmac of the airfield. It’s registered to Glacier Fields.”
    “Glacier Fields?” Laney asked, surprised.
    Jordan’s voice was grim. “Yeah. It looks like Jorgen Fuld has finally decided to stick his head out.”

CHAPTER 8
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    L aney sat back. Jorgen Fuld—the Shepherd. He had been behind Grayston’s abduction of the children. He had been the man Victoria had said would grab children just because he was bored. They had been looking for him and had found nothing. He had dropped out of sight.
    Now he was here—and Victoria was missing.
    “Jake,” Laney said.
    Jake managed to coax just a little more speed out of the car.
    “We’re heading for the airport now,” Jake said into his phone.
    “Jorgen’s plane is at Hangar B.” Jordan described how to get there.
    “Warn the local authorities that the group we’re going