Chapter 290: Three

Brock Yale stared at the message on his phone, his breathing catching in his throat. "I know where your mother is!" Ten short words, and Brock's expression turned to ice. He knew. And he still refused to say it. It was bait, nothing more. A hook meant to drag Brock into the open. Fine. Without a second thought, Brock called back. The line connected. Brock's voice dropped low. "Who are you?" A man answered on the other end, unhurried. "Nobody important." "But I do know something that matters...