MINA’S POV

I walked down the sidewalk with the blue pickup card in my pocket, the thrill of victory rushed through me because Roosevelt had actually given me her most prized possession, but as I approached the corner bakery, a realization hit me hard, causing me to stop in my tracks.

I pulled out my burner phone and dialed Mateo's private number. After two rings, his deep, impatient voice came through the speaker, demanding to know if I had the kid yet.

"Is she in the car?" Mateo asked quickly, his voice thick with desperation. "I have the secure video link ready on my laptop, so just put the phone...