CHAPTER 14
BLACK SAT BACK, fingers steepled, and looked at Dan. “Tabitha.”
“One of the maintenance workers at the airfield saw a young child being carried onto a Cessna yesterday evening. We’re assuming that was Tabby, but we’ve yet to confirm.”
“Was she okay?” I asked. “Hurt?”
“Crying, but otherwise she looked unharmed.”
A blurry CCTV picture popped up onto the screen, showing a man climbing the steps to a small twin-prop. I squinted, but there was no way to tell for sure whether the child in his arms was my daughter.
“We’ll get the image enhanced, but I’m not sure it’ll help,” Dan said.
“Where did the plane go?”
“Florida. A small airfield near the coast. We’ve got a team from the local office on their way there right now.”
“Why Florida?” Emmy mused. “If Zacharov wanted to take T
