Ivy showed Sterling the message in the hallway outside her mother's room, and watched his face go from fury to something colder, more focused.

"He's had someone on us since last night." Sterling was already dialing. "Reagan needs to move Webb somewhere secure right now."

"You think he'll hurt him."

"I think my father has never once made a threat he didn't at least partially intend to keep." The line connected, and Sterling's voice dropped into the clipped, efficient register Ivy had only heard him use in his own office. "Reagan. Webb. Now. I don't care what it costs."

He hung up and turned back to Ivy, and for a...