He switched the incubator to battery, secured the baby in a padded carrier against his chest, and called the one person inside the Rosales world Sabrina had ever trusted — Nina Ritchie, Abraham’s former secretary, fired a week earlier for asking too many questions.

“I have my son,” he said quietly.

Nina let out a shaking breath. “There’s a private medical transport on the secondary county road. Don’t take him to Saint Peter — Abraham has people on their board.

I’ve arranged a neonatal team at Children’s in Minneapolis who are clean.”

“The federal side?”

“The task force already has the encrypted files you sent. But Hayden — the second you walk out of that house, Abraham will say you kidnapped the baby.”