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Kenna bit the inside of her lip. “Nicola Santorini, one of the doctor’s victims, will know where he is. Her family took Jax to force me to get her back so I could exchange her for him. Like a ransom demand. They also wanted the doctor.”

“The one you killed?” Herron asked. “Strange way of bargaining for your husband’s life.”

“Things don’t always work out the way we intend.”

“That might be the truest thing you’ve said so far.”

Ramon shifted in his seat. “So you’re arresting both of us, like we had anything to do with this? On whose orders? I want to talk to that person so they can look me in the eye and tell me what laws I broke here.”

That tactic might not work, considering they had broken laws.

However, it was down to what the prosecution could prove beyond a reasonable doubt.

Still, when Kenna’s mental health was being called into question, as if she was some kind of cracked conspiracy theorist who had misled everyone on her payroll, that was a scary idea.

As if she was this charismatic leader convincing her followers to give their lives for what she believed. Sounded an awful lot like how Dominatus operated if anyone was going to ask her. Not that it seemed like they would.

At least, not without her needing her lawyer present.

“I need my phone so I can find out where Jax is.” Kenna pushed out a breath that sounded like she was gasping.

Like a pressure cooker releasing a little of the frustration that had bubbled up in her until she was about to explode.

“If you want to know whatever it is you’re asking, then I need something in return. I need Oliver Jaxton here.”

She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.

Special Agent Herron drew her phone from the inside pocket of her blazer and looked at the screen. “You’ll be speaking with my superior next. He just arrived from the San Francisco office. He’ll be covering for SAC Jaxton until we can get all this sorted out.”

“Great. I’ll just tell him the same thing I’ve been telling you.”

Special Agent Herron stood.

The tent flap lifted inward, and an older gentleman stepped inside wearing a suit with a red tie. Hair slicked back.

“Three.”

Herron glanced at Kenna, probably wondering what that was about. Then, she faced her boss. “Sir, I’m Special Agent Andrette Herron.”

He nodded, and they shook hands. “I’d like to speak to these two alone.”

Two more men stepped into the room, flanking the door.

The “boss” said, “I’ll be protected.”

Herron didn’t appear to like the break in procedure but couldn’t argue. “Of course.” She skedaddled out of the tent.

Three stood on the other side of the table. Four and Five stayed by the door. All of them were dressed like special agents, like a Secret Service detail. Maybe that was what they planned to do. The president knew about Dominatus . Maybe they were going to kill him.

Or her thoughts were all over the place.

Kenna lifted her chin. “You killed One.”

“The only answer to betrayal is death.” Three’s expression was cold, pure ice. “We all know that.”

“Whatever you tried, it didn’t work. Doctor Marcus Buzard is dead. It’s over.”

His head tipped to the side, very slightly. “Is it?”

Ramon said, “We’re not going to prison, bro.”

Three didn’t even look at him. Perhaps they didn’t have any say at all in what was about to happen. Dominatus was cleaning house and using the FBI to do it. This wasn’t even close to being over. “At least tell me all those kids are going to be taken care of.”

The lawyers, if they were on the right side, were getting Jax free. Bruce would hopefully make sure all that went successfully.

Maizie would be protected by Stairns and Elizabeth, no matter what happened.

“They are infected.” Three paused, as if that was a sufficient explanation.

“So they can’t be out in public until they’re cured. Do not tell me you want this virus to spread.” Was it contagious enough she and Ramon were infected, or had they been injected? Kenna was about to flip her lid—and maybe flip this table.

Sounded satisfying. But would it really make her feel better?

She knew what would make her feel better.

Three said, “What I want is immaterial. You’ve signed our death warrants by killing Marcus Buzard, but revenge isn’t in my power. There are greater forces at work here.”

“ Dominatus. ”

“We serve the future.”

Ramon said, “I’m going to kill all of you.”

Three whipped something from behind his back and fired it at Ramon. Kenna reached for her friend, but he toppled back off the chair, jerking as electricity raced through his body from the twin electrodes in his chest.

Three set the stun gun, still connected to Ramon and still zapping him, on the table as if nothing had happened. Kenna grabbed it and thumbed it off, stopping the charge. “That’s enough.”

“Let’s go, Kenna.”

She refused to stand. Four and Five came over, dragging her by the arms. “Where are we going? You can’t just take me somewhere. The FBI will want an explanation.”

“We have a warrant from a federal judge to take you to a holding facility.”

There was no way that was true. “Where are we actually going.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.”

Kenna kicked out with one foot, then spun and tried to do the same with her other foot. Her arms were jerked back, nearly separating her shoulders. She screamed at the tearing feeling in her joints, and the whole world swam around her.

She hit the ground, and everything was swallowed up in darkness.

The past. The future.

All of it was gone.