Aria POV
Everyone started looking around, searching for cameras, but I knew it was useless. Marcus had been planning this for months. Years, maybe. He'd had time to plant surveillance everywhere.
"We can't send the FBI away," Agent Sarah said firmly. "Ms. Monroe, Mr. Blackwood, I understand you're desperate, but we cannot let a kidnapper dictate"
"Get out." The words left my mouth before I could think. "All of you. Get out."
"Ms. Monroe"
"I said get out!" I stood, and something in my face must have been terrifying because the agent actually stepped back. "My son just begged me on camera to come get him. He's scared and alone and thinks I abandoned him. So whatever Marcus wants, whatever sick game he's playing, I'm doing it. And if that means telling you to leave, then you're leaving."
"Aria, think about this," Olivia pleaded. "Marcus is unstable. You can't trust anything he says."
"I don't trust him but I don't have a choice."
