Chapter 228

The FBI command center at Federal Plaza buzzed with desperate activity as agents worked through the night searching for any trace of Victoria and Camille Kane. Computer screens displayed maps of potential hiding locations, surveillance footage from traffic cameras, and cell phone records that might reveal James Whitfield’s whereabouts.

Alexander sat at a table covered with photographs and documents, his eyes bloodshot from hours of staring at evidence that led nowhere. Every lead the FBI had followed turned into a dead end. Every potential location they searched turned up empty. James had planned this kidnapping with the same methodical precision he had used for his fifteen-year campaign of revenge.

Stefan paced the room like a caged animal, his face etched with worry and frustration. “There has to be something we’re missing. Some pattern, some connection that points to where James would take them.”

FBI Special Agent Diana Chen looked up from her computer terminal,