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Just his name is enough to make me grit my teeth. “What about him?”

“I heard from Asher. He’s on the move.”

I rub the sleep from my eyes with the heels of my hands. “What time is it?” I ask, looking around for my phone. I don’t even remember going to sleep. I must have stumbled in here at some godawful time of the morning. I’m still wearing my shirt and boxers, the rest of my clothes a heap on the floor.

“Almost nine.”

“Shit.” That’s enough to wake me up. My head is pounding. My body groggy. “Where’s he going?”

“No idea. Asher’s working on it. He was woken up from the notification. He slept at his office downtown.”

I let out a breath, trying to push down the guilt at all of them being dragged into the fallout I swore I’d keep them out of.

“Is he heading to the airport?” I ask. “Can we check flight manifests?” Maybe he’s heading back to Vegas. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

Hudson’s phone buzzes. He reads the message quickly, holding his hand up to me to wait.

“He’s in a car. Not heading to the airport based on the route they’re taking,” Hudson murmurs, then he frowns. “Maybe he’s got meetings in Manhattan? He’s heading down Wall Street.”

“To the river?”

Hudson blinks. “No.” He shakes his head. “To the helipad on Pier 6.”

“The one we arrived at yesterday,” I say, my voice low. We exchange glances. “From Liberty.”

Hudson’s face pales. “He could be going anywhere by helicopter,” he says, but neither of us believe that. Because in my heart I know exactly where he’s heading. To Liberty.

To her.

Hudson strides into the living room. “Parker,” he shouts. “We need to leave. Now!”

I’m almost dressed before I hear Parker’s groan. “What’s happening?”

“We think Vin’s heading toward the island.”

“What the hell?” Parker sounds completely awake now. “My wife’s there. She’s pregnant.”

“We all have wives there, asshole. Can you put some damn clothes on, please?” Hudson says. “Jesus, I don’t need to see that.”

When I walk into the living room, fully dressed but completely unshowered, Parker is hopping on one foot, trying to put the other through the leg of his designer jeans. “Where’s the coffee? I need caffeine, now.”

“Asher’s sending a car for us,” Hudson says. “Should be here in twenty.”

“Twenty?” I frown. “That’s too long.”

“It’s nine o’clock in the damn morning in Manhattan traffic,” Hudson shouts, looking frustrated. “I’m not fucking Batman.”

I put my hand up. “Okay. Calm down. Let’s just think for a second.”

“Can you make coffee while you think. Please?” Parker asks.

Hudson sighs. “Do it. Or we’ll end up killing him before we make it to Liberty. And I don’t want my niece to be fatherless.”

“It could be a boy,” Parker says.

“Coffee. On it.” I pull my phone out as I walk to the kitchen, and hit Eden’s number. Of course she doesn’t answer.

“Eden isn’t answering,” I shout. “Have either of you called your wives?”