The heavy mahogany doors of Camden’s private study swung shut, sealing out the muted hum of the medical team down the hall.

By 4:00 AM, the estate was locked down under red-level security protocols.

Steel security shutters descended over every window on the ground floor. Forty heavily armed guards were stationed along the perimeter fence, and tactical floodlights illuminated the surrounding forest like daylight.

In the basement wine cellar—a damp, stone-walled room beneath the east wing—Frankie Moretti was zip-tied to a heavy wooden chair.

Camden stood in front of him, his black shirt sleeves rolled up, a thick leather belt held loosely in his right hand. Jackson Hale stood by the iron door, holding a tablet displaying security logs.

"I'm only going to ask you once, Frankie," Camden said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Where is Victor?"

Frankie spat blood onto the concrete floor, letting out a rasping laugh. "Fuck you, Rourke. Victor is already moving. You think I came here alone? I was just the distraction."

Jackson’s tablet buzzed sharp and loud.

Jackson looked down at the screen, his face draining of all color. "Boss..."

Camden didn't turn his head. "What is it?"

"A convoy of six armored SUVs just passed through the main gate in Greenwich," Jackson reported, his voice tight. "They're moving toward the city federal building."

Frankie laughed harder, his bloodied teeth gleaming under the bare bulb hanging overhead. "Victor isn't coming for your house, Camden! He's going to the Federal Courthouse! He's turning himself in!"

Camden turned around slowly. "What?"

"Victor signed a deal with the US Attorney two hours ago," Frankie sneered. "State's evidence! Immunity for all past crimes in exchange for testifying against your entire syndicate! He gave them everything, Camden! By sunrise, federal marshals will have warrants for your arrest, your money, and your land!"

Camden’s eyes narrowed into slits of ice. "Victor thinks a federal badge will protect him from me?"

"It's not just a badge, boss," Jackson interjected urgently, reading the screen. "Victor agreed to turn over the encrypted drives containing Leo's original investigation. But he modified the files. He framed you for Leo's murder."

The air in the room went completely still.

Camden stepped toward Frankie, his presence so suffocatingly dark that Frankie's arrogant smile instantly vanished.

"Victor killed my brother," Camden whispered, leaning down until his face was inches from Frankie's. "He stole his child. And now he thinks he can walk into a courtroom and wear my brother's blood as a shield?"

"The feds are protecting him!" Frankie yelled, panic finally breaking through his posture. "You can't touch him!"

Camden stood up straight. He turned to Jackson.

"Prepare the heavy vehicles," Camden ordered flatly. "We're going to Manhattan."

"Boss," Jackson warned, stepping forward. "If you attack a federal escort, there's no coming back. You'll be a fugitive for the rest of your life."

"I don't care," Camden said, his eyes blazing with unforgiving fire. "No one uses my brother's name to save themselves. No one."

He turned and walked out of the cellar, leaving the heavy iron door to slam shut behind him.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Hannah was standing in the dimly lit hallway, wearing a dark coat, holding Eli by the hand.

She had heard everything through the security intercom in the kitchen.

"You're going after him," Hannah said, her voice quiet in the empty hallway.

"I have to," Camden replied, stopping three feet away from her. "If Victor signs those papers, I go to prison for the rest of my life for a murder I didn't commit. And Eli will be left with nothing."

Hannah walked up to him. She didn't look angry or frightened. She looked at him with an intense, unyielding resolve that took his breath away.

"Then I'm coming with you," Hannah said.

Camden frowned. "No. It's too dangerous."

"I am the only living witness who can prove Victor abducted Eli," Hannah stated, her voice ringing clear against the stone walls. "I am the nurse who treated Eli in that freezer. My testimony will destroy Victor's immunity deal before he even signs it."

Camden looked down at his nephew, then back up at the woman who had saved the boy's life twice.

"If we do this," Camden warned softly, "you will be exposed to everything I am. You won't be able to go back to your quiet life at Saint Mary's."