He cried without shame — great, shaking sobs that echoed down the hallway.
“Thank you,” he whispered over and over. “Thank you for saving my baby… thank you for going into the dark…”
Noah — who had never been hugged by anyone except Nana Clara — slowly raised his arms and hugged back.
Behind them, 900 leather-clad men and women stood silent, many crying openly.
Javi finally pulled away, wiped his face, and looked at Noah — really looked.
“Where’s your family, son?”
“Just my nana. She’s at work. Phones are down.”
Javi nodded once — a decision made.
He turned to his vice president.
“Find out everything. Right now.”
