James Brant POV

I walk back into the office. Zoe and my mother both look up.

"Noah just crashed through the checkpoint," I say. "He's in an SUV. Three of our guards are pursuing him."

Zoe goes pale.

My mother's hand reaches for her shoulder.

"He's heading this way," I continue. "Toward the packhouse."

'It's happening. Just like Mother said.'

Zoe stands. Her jaw sets.

"I'll meet with him," she says quietly.

My mother and I both turn to ...