"We can still track him down. If we coordinate with the local police, they can arrest him and send him back."
Brooks shook his head grimly. "Not happening."
Jed's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"The second Logan and his family stepped off that plane in another country, they were grabbed by a local gang."
A sense of unease settled over Jed. "Which gang?"
Brooks hesitated for only a moment before answering. "They call themselves something… I don't know the name or maybe they don't have any… but they would have been working under some real gang with enough influence to pull that off"
Still, Jed refused to give up. "We can still report it— police might—"
Brooks cut him off. "Forget it. The gang has too much control over the city. No cop over there is going to risk pissing them off over some fugitive from our side of the world."
Jed clenched his jaw, his nails digging into his palms. The helplessness made him sick.
