The officer reported with palpable excitement.
"Mr. Dashiell, I've shared the coordinates with your system."
The external expert hired by Remington leaned toward the phone in Jerome's hand to update the CEO directly.
"Excellent work," Remington replied, a hint of hard-won relief bleeding into his deep voice.
His predatory gaze swept over the map glowing on his tablet.
While they didn't have the exact house, the highlighted zone spanned only four city blocks. Searching it would be incredibly fast.
Staring at the pulsating red circle, a murderous coldness settled in Remington's eyes.
His son was right there, and he vowed to show no mercy to the scumbags who had dared to hurt him.
Hearing his child's heart-wrenching screams had ignited a profound agony and blinding rage within him that mirrored Lizetta's completely.
Now that he finally had a solid perimeter, the suffocating metallic weight in his chest began to dissipate.
The instant the location was locked, over a dozen sleek black SUVs shot toward the coordinates like panthers hunting in the dead of night.
Simultaneously, teams of bodyguards scattered throughout the city received their orders, closing a suffocating net around the designated blocks from every direction.
The night grew deeper, heavy with impending violence.
Back at the hospital, Lizetta was still staring obsessively at the red circle on the screen, her knuckles white as she gripped the back of a chair.
"Liz, let's head home and wait for the news. Grandma is still waiting for us."
Jerome said softly, ending the video call after seeing Remington's forces spring into action.
He stepped forward and gently patted her head, his tone as soothing as someone comforting a nervous student before a massive exam.
Blinking her sore, dry eyes, Lizetta finally pulled her gaze away from the monitors.

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