I got a text message from Hernando Vespucci when we landed. "Found the missing things but not the girls. I've sent a driver to bring you. Still looking."

"Shit," I whispered to myself, forcing back the anger. We'd missed our chance. "I got an update from the Coven," I sent to my people. "Sally, you're going with me on a shuttle to the hotel with our luggage. We'll get our rooms and start setting up a command post." If the girls were gone, this was more of an investigation than a rescue mission; I needed to coordinate the response, not get out there in the field. I had Colleen Underwood...