Angela’s eyes flicked to the clock on her phone. Five minutes had passed since her call with Mark. The delay was unacceptable—each second that ticked by was a second closer to Faith’s potential release, to the twins slipping further away from her grasp. She clenched her fists, feeling the familiar surge of anger and frustration rise within her.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain composed. No. Panicking would serve no purpose. She was a Kingston. She had faced ...