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"They can see him in the panic room." I forward the new photo. "Take him somewhere else. Anywhere. Just go."

"Jesus Christ," Jack breathes when he sees the image. "I'll call Cormac."

"No. Just get my son out. I'll handle the rest."

I hang up and pull back onto the road, my decision made. I won't be telling Declan about this. Not yet. Not until I've made sure our son is safe.

The Red Star nightclub looks like a shithole, I'll bet the owner is a real piece of work too. He must be a special kind of fucked up to love Siobhan—she's certifiable.

CHAPTER13

DECLAN

"What do you mean she's gone?" I rip the IV from my arm, ignoring the nurse's protests. "Where the fuck is she?"

Finn stands by the hospital room door, face tight with concern. "She said she was going shopping for clothes for you. That was five hours ago."

"And you let her go alone?"

"She insisted. I thought?—"

"You didn't think." I grab my clothes from the cabinet, wincing as pain shoots through my shoulder. The stitches pull as I struggle to get my shirt on. "Call Jack. Make sure Conor's safe."

Finn's phone is already at his ear. He turns away, speaking in low tones. The worry on his face when he turns back makes my blood run cold.

"Jack moved Conor from the Kerry house an hour ago. Maeve called him, told him to get out."

"Why?"

Finn shows me his phone. A photo of my son in what looks like a panic room. The message below it makes my stomach drop:Nowhere is safe.

"There was another photo before this," Finn says, swiping to show me Conor asleep in his bed. "Maeve got it last night but didn't tell you."

Rage and fear mix in my gut, a toxic combination that makes me want to tear the world apart. "Where are they now?"

"Jack took Conor to a hotel in Killarney. Cormac's men are with them."

I grab my jacket. "Find Maeve. Check her phone records, credit cards, anything."

"Already on it." Finn holds up his phone again. "GPS shows her car in Temple Bar."

"Temple Bar?" That makes no sense. Why would she go to the busiest tourist trap in Dublin?

"Specifically, parked outside The Red Star."

Ice floods my veins. "Andrei Petrov's club."

"You think she's meeting him?"

"I think she's trying to fix this herself." I push past Finn toward the door. "And she's going to get herself killed."

The doctor tries to block my path. "Mr. Donovan, you can't leave. The infection?—"

"Try to stop me." I stare him down until he steps aside.

In Finn's car, I check my gun—fully loaded. The wound in my shoulder throbs, but adrenaline pushes the pain away. All I can think about is Maeve walking into Petrov's lair alone. What is she thinking?

"Petrov's Siobhan's lover," I tell Finn as he speeds through Dublin. "He'll want revenge for what happened to her."