Elira's POV

The tracker's signal sharpened as we turned the car, and a white car ahead slowed just enough to look suspiciously deliberate. My pulse slammed against my ribs.

“That's it!” Amara screamed, the device shrieking faster on the screen, “That's the car! They must have the baby!”

“Which one?” Aiden screamed. “There are two of them,” he accelerated, chasing the two cars ahead of us. Pedestrians screamed, getting out of our way.

“We don't have to know which one! Chase the two of them, Aiden,” we were getting closer. Just a few seconds more, “Prepare for combat,” I told our armed men through my Comms, my eyes pinned on...