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Lieutenant’s mouth with each syllable.
    “Sir.” Gaetani tried to keep his voice calm, “This is the FBI we’re dealing with. Now where is Sam?”
    “He will remain exactly where he is!” The Lieutenant jumped up and shoved the desk out toward them. In a swift motion, he pulled his gun out of the holster and raised it toward Agent Greenford. His hand shook, and fear filled his eyes.
    Gaetani froze in disbelief—his boss had a gun directed at a federal agent—while the woman smiled at the Lieutenant as he stood there armed, red-faced, and quivering. Greenford’s hand twitched inside her jacket pocket and the gun dropped to the floor.
    Her hand twitched again and the Lieutenant fell back into his seat, which gave a loud creak of protest. He struggled in place as if bound by invisible ropes.
    “Lieutenant, if you could please tell me where the young man is located. I’m on a tight schedule.”
    “You won’t find him in time. All I have to do is wait a few more minutes.”
    “Less time than I thought,” she muttered to herself.
    “A few more minutes?” Gaetani whipped his gaze from one to the other. “What are you two talking about?”
    The Lieutenant gave a smug smile and his eyes glowed even redder.
    Greenford took a deep breath and did something with her pocketed hand. The Lieutenant went rigid and his jaw muscles twitched.
    “Now.” The woman’s voice filled with iron. “I’ll ask you once more. Where is Sam Lock?”
    The Lieutenant gave a dry heave and moaned.
    “A little louder, please.”
    “C-Cellblock D.”
    “Cellblock D?” Gaetani repeated. “That’s only for real criminals. We haven’t had to use that area in years.”
    “Do you have the keys?”
    “Um… yes, I think so.”
    “Take me there.”
    “Sure, but what about—”
    “Now, please.” An urgent edge belied her calm words. The agent trailed him as he left the room. “I think running would be best.”
    He wasn’t going to argue. “What happened back there?”
    The agent kept up as he ran. “It’s a secret government weapon. Classified. Civilians don’t have access to knowledge about it yet.”
    Fair enough .
    Gaetani pulled up in front of a door with no window.
    “Keys.” She nodded towards the door, an eager look in her eyes.
    “Right.” He brought out his key ring. It had been a long time since they’d used this particular cellblock; Stanton hadn’t had a truly dangerous criminal in a while.
    Why stuff Sam in here? It makes no sense.
    He tried the rusty silver key, but it didn’t quite fit. He studied the key ring and rifled through the assortment, trying to jog his memory.
    Agent Greenford pushed the door open and shrugged. “Looks like he forgot to lock it.”
    They found Sam in the back cell.
    “Sam Lock?” Greenford placed a hand on one of the bars.
    “Yeah.”
    “Sam, you need to come with me.”
    “Where?”
    “Somewhere safe. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble, and there will be plenty of time for questions later. But if we don’t get you out of here now, there could be serious consequences. You just have to trust me.” She turned to Officer Gaetani. “Open the cell.”
    Gaetani picked through the ring, but before he could make his decision, Agent Greenford had the cell door wide open.
    What the—?
    Sam bolted from the cell. “Thanks. I needed to get out of there. It’s been a tough night.”
    Agent Greenford placed a gentle hand on Sam’s forearm. “You poor boy. I can only imagine. But soon you’ll be out of the dark. Just know that you’ve done nothing wrong.”
    Relief washed across Sam’s face. “Good to know at least one person believes me.”
    “Follow me.” She moved surprisingly fast for a woman in heels. Greenford stopped short as they reached the front door. She turned toward Gaetani and smiled.
    “Officer Gaetani, the Bureau thanks you for your cooperation.”
    “The Bureau? As in the FBI?” Sam asked.
    “Later,” she said. “Now follow me.”
    “It was nice to