Cassian put down the phone, his face hard with anger. Regis Serrano didn't say where Lucien was. No hints, no nothing—just quiet, then the call ended. Cassian felt like he could explode.
He looked at his security guys. "He won't tell us. Find that car no matter what. Check every camera on the streets. Pay people if you have to. Turn this whole city upside down. Get my boy back—do anything."
His dad put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll get him, son."
But Cassian couldn't wait. He was mad and scared out of his mind. His little boy was somewhere alone, probably frightened. He jumped in his car and peeled out, wheels screaming. All he could think was the worst things that could happen. *Hang on, kid. Dad's on his way.*
