Carson made the connection immediately, opened his mouth, then closed it. "You'll never get out of here."

"Shut the fuck up. I planned to kill you, but others want you alive. They won the coin toss." Kane enjoyed the panic written all over Carson's face.

"What? What do you mean?"

Kane didn't answer. He looked around the room. They were on the ground floor, which was good. Where was JT?

Gunfire erupted, very close, and JT ran in the door. He was favoring his right arm.

"Fuck it, J!"

"Flesh wound. Let's go." JT pushed a table in front of the door.

"I'm not going with you!" Carson shouted purposefully to alert anyone in the house where they were.

Kane hit him. Damn, that felt good. He whispered in his ear as he pulled the bastard's arm behind his back until he winced, "If you say one more word, I'll stab you in the kidney and leave you here to die slowly and in agony."

JT pushed open the window and climbed out. Kane pushed Carson toward the window as someone started hitting at the door. The table moved.

"Now!" Kane ordered.

Carson went through. Kane followed as the guards broke through the barrier. He pulled a grenade out of his pocket, pulled the pin, and tossed it back through the window.

"Run!" he commanded.

Ten seconds later the explosion sent them all to their knees. Screams echoed behind them, but Kane couldn't be concerned with casualties.

He hoped Jack and Gabriella had been successful, because the plan had them splitting up until they reached the plane.

Provided Sean made it safely to the plane. And was able to land at the right coordinates in the dark with the pending storm.

They couldn't escape the same way Sean had; by now the perimeter guards would have found the breach. They had to go through the main gate. And the best way was to create another distraction.

"J, now."

JT pulled a detonator out of his pocket, flipped the switch, then pressed two buttons simultaneously. Every corner of the compound perimeter exploded simultaneously. The bombs had been placed outside the gates because they couldn't access the inside until Kane had found Jesse. But the distraction was just what they needed. All the guards rushed toward the house to protect the structure. And Kane, JT, and a reluctant but terrified Carson Spade ran toward the road.

The jeep was right where they'd left it, hiding two hundred yards from the entrance. Kane cuffed Carson to the vehicle because if he didn't, he might have killed him.

He didn't like criminals as a general rule, but he despised criminals who put kids in danger.

Especially when the kid was family.

Everything that had happened from the moment that Sean had cornered him at the football game had seemed surreal. But tonight ... Jesse was living an action movie, only it wasn't as exciting as he'd thought it might be.

In fact, he'd been scared to death. He still was.

"Explain that again, Matt?" Sean asked the driver.

"I said, you only have 1500 feet to land and take off. But it's secure."

"That's next to impossible. Not the landing part, but we're going to have what, seven-no, eight-passengers. I need more room."

"We don't have more room."

"We'll have to dump everything."

"Okay."

"And half the fuel."

"Um, is that a good idea?"

"Do you want to fly or crash?"

"I see your point." Matt didn't talk for a while. "Are you going to have enough fuel to make it to Hidalgo?"

"No. Kane better know a place where we can refuel before we hit Monterrey."

Jesse had flown many times, but never in a small plane. He was scared. And excited.

But mostly scared.

"Jesse, you good?" Sean asked. He looked back at him, winked. "We'll be fine."

Fine? He didn't know if he'd done the right thing. Well, he did ... but he didn't. When Carson didn't let him call his mom ... and then he got the letter from Sean ... he thought okay, this was going to happen, Sean was his real dad.

But his real dad was a jerk. His mom said so. His mom said he'd told her he didn't want a kid and why not just get an abortion. So why would he swoop in and save him now? Risk his life? It didn't make any sense.

"Seriously, you aren't hurt or anything, are you? Jesse, talk to me."

"I'm fine." He bit his lip. "My mom told me you didn't want her to have a baby."

Sean turned in his seat and stared at him. Sean looked really upset. Angry and sad all together.

"Jesse, I don't know why Madison said or did any of the things that she did. All I can say is this: She was nineteen and pregnant and in college. She made decisions based on what she thought was best for her. I'm not going to fault her for that. But I'm going to tell you this once, and it's the truth. I never knew you existed until this week. I didn't know your mom was pregnant. If I had, I would have been there. I wish I had been. God, Jess, I love you." He looked away. For a second Jesse thought Sean was crying, but maybe not.

He shifted in the seat so he could see Sean better. Yeah, his eyes were wet, Jesse could see that even in the near-dark. Sean put the palms of his hands against his eyes, pressed hard.

Jesse didn't know what to say. Everything he'd believed for his entire life was a lie. His mom lied to him ... and Carson. He couldn't call Carson Dad anymore. Carson lied to him, too. Told him he couldn't call his mom, took away his phone, said he'd talked to her. Had he? Had he really talked to her?

And then there was that conversation this morning.

"I heard Carson talking to Mr. Flores this morning," Jesse said quietly.

"You don't have to tell me."

"You were right. About everything you said in your message. And more. He ... he talked about it. About how he was moving money around so Dominick could access it. I didn't understand a lot ... but Dominick was angry with my dad. With Carson," he corrected himself. "Carson kept saying it wasn't his fault, that he set up these bank accounts and companies or whatever perfectly. But Dominick said, 'Fix it or else.' And I knew Carson was scared that the or else meant he'd be killed." What would that have meant for him? Would they have killed Jesse, too? His mom?

"Carson worked for dangerous people," Sean said.

"Criminals," Jesse said. "You said they were criminals."

"They are," Sean said. "Flores and his family run a drug and human trafficking organization, and Carson set up their money-laundering operation. The FBI has proof, and that's why my brother went back to get him."

"Would Dominick have killed him?"

"Yes," Sean answered. Matt cleared his throat. "Matt, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not going to lie to my son."

Sean looked back at Jesse. "Jesse, you're young and you've had a quick and violent education in the last three days. I'm never going to lie to you, okay? Maybe I'm too blunt sometimes, and I'll work on that-but I was raised by my brothers, and they never sugarcoated anything. Ignorance is never an option."

"So Kane is my uncle."

"Yes he is." Sean smiled.

"And is Jack my other uncle? You said brothers."

"Jack I guess would be your uncle-in-law. He's almost my brother-in-law. JT is Jack and Kane's partner. I'll draw you a flowchart and teach you about Rogan-Caruso-Kincaid and what we do. Well, what they do. I don't work for them anymore."

The fear started to fade, and curiosity grew. Jesse had a lot to learn about his dad and his new family. It was, well, really kinda cool and exciting.

"Is Carson going to jail?"

"I hope so," Sean said. "I'm sorry, but that's the truth."

"I hope so, too." Jesse paused. The fear came back. He didn't know quite how to say it, to explain it.

I hope Dominick doesn't get so mad that he kills me and my mom.

But he would be brave. Because his uncle Kane and his dad-his real dad-were brave.

And he hoped they would protect his mom even though she'd been lying to everyone ever since he was born.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.

Noah brought Lucy back to the hotel at two that morning. She felt like a zombie. She was cried out, exhausted, barely able to put two thoughts together.

Ana was stable and the babies were healthy, but the doctor put her on bed rest. Siobhan was sleeping in Ana's room, her two years of searching finally over. The baby girl Lucy had delivered was in the NICU, but the doctor expected her to be just fine. She was nearly five pounds, almost full term, and she'd make it. Abby had called her mother, who was driving all night to be here for her daughter.

She said there was nothing to forgive and she loves me.

Lucy was an emotional basket case. They hadn't found Marisol. Four women had been killed in that slaughterhouse. There were seventy-one babies unaccounted for-all sold, all gone.

"It's over," Noah said. "Sit down before you collapse."

The hotel rooms were a suite-two rooms on either side of a living area. Lucy sat on the couch and Noah sat next to her. She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "It's not over."

"For now."

"We have to find Marisol. Bury her." Her voice cracked.

"Not tonight."

She had never been so exhausted. Emotionally, physically. Noah put his arm around her shoulders.

"Lucy," Noah said.

"Yeah?"

"I need to tell you something. It's important."

"Okay."

"When I told Rick about Carson Spade and what Sean and Kane were doing in Guadalajara, he told me he already knew about the rescue mission, though he didn't know it connected to our case. He asked RCK to bring Carson Spade back to the States. I guess everyone's down there."

Lucy sat up. "What? Everyone who?"

"Your brother. JT Caruso. Someone else, I don't remember his name. Have you heard anything?"

She shook her head. She hadn't even thought about Sean or Jesse or the rescue. With everything that had happened tonight, to save her sanity she had blocked it from her mind.

"Rick said he'd keep me in the loop. I saw the file."

"The file." Lucy rubbed her eyes. "What file?"

Noah swore under his breath. "Dear God, Lucy, I shouldn't have said anything."

She was tired, but she realized what Noah was saying. "Jesse."

"I thought-sorry. Of course you knew."

"No. I didn't. I mean, I found out Tuesday by accident."

Do not cry.

She had no more tears inside. Not tonight.

"I don't know why he didn't tell me. I can't think about it anymore. I just want ... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I'm so tired, Noah. Just ... tired."

"Hey, come here." He put her head back on his shoulder and she closed her eyes. She felt his arm wrap around her again and she felt safe.