Page 213 of Black Reign

The car turns hard.

My phone vibrates again.

Not NULL.

Father.

I shut it off.

For once in my life, Blackwell can wait.

She can't.

We stop half a block away.

The first team is already there.

Four men.

Two more approaching from the opposite side.

My security chief starts outlining what they know.

Three vehicles.

Possible four occupants.

No confirmed hostages visible.

Rear access blocked.

I hear the words.

They don't stick.

“Mr. Blackwell, you stay here until we⁠—”

“No.”

“Sir.”

“She contacted me.”

“Our job is to recover her.”

“And mine is to make sure you recover the right person.”

His mouth tightens.

“You're not trained for entry.”

“I've had enough training.”

“You're also the principal.”

“Today she's the principal.”

That ends it.