know,” I said. “But I’m going to make sure you’re safe while we find out.”
Owen’s eyes dropped to the floor.
Lily whispered, “She said we had to sit still.”
“How long ago did she say that?”
“She said until someone came,” Owen answered, his voice small but steady.
“Who was supposed to come?”
He shrugged.
Lily’s fingers tightened around mine. “Nobody.”
Marco stepped closer, his expression tight. He had worked for me eight years. I had seen him face armed men without blinking, negotiate deals with people twice his size, and drive through Chicago snowstorms as if ice were no more serious than rain.
But he could not look at those children without swallowing hard.
“Airport police are on their way,” he said quietly.
I nodded.
Lily’s eyes darted toward him, then back to me. “Are we in trouble?”
The question landed in my chest like a stone.
“No,”
