He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke into his phone.


    "A big storm''s about to hit. Perfect cover for us to move."


    "I''ve already checked. His parents are dead. He''s only got a crazy guy and a seven- year-old brother. If he disappears, no one will look for him for long."


    "You''ve got the brother? Good. Hide him well! In a minute, I''ll trick the older one into going to look for him, and we''ll knock him out on the way and grab him too!"


    "Tell the buyer he can have his liver transnt tomorrow. Make sure he has the money ready!"


    "And find two more buyers, for the retinas and the heart. A kid''s would work too; his brother is very healthy."


    "Alright, I''m going to get him now. Send me a video of his brother so he knows he''s really been kidnapped."


    Outside, Wyatt stood frozen, holding his breath, his brow tightly furrowed. Suddenly, he heard Diaz''s crying voice from the phone.


    "Who are you? Let me go! Let me go! Brother, Wyatt, help me! Waaaaah..."


    Wyatt''s breath hitched. "!"


    Then he heard Lowell say, "Okay, this video is perfect for tricking Dane. Now, tape that brat''s mouth shut. That''ll stop him from screaming and messing up our ns!"


    Wyatt''s breathing grew ragged, his whole body trembling! He gritted his teeth, and just as he was about to charge in, Lowell suddenly stepped out.


    Their eyes met. In a sh, Wyatt lunged, tackling Lowell to the ground and snatching his phone. "Unlock it! Unlock it!"


    Lowell feigned panic. "Wh-what... what''s wrong with you?"


    "Unlock the phone!" Wyatt snarled, his teeth clenched.


    Looking terrified, Lowell obediently unlocked the phone and showed Wyatt the video of Diaz''s ''kidnapping.'' In the video, Diaz was bound hand and foot and thrown in the trunk of a car, crying for help. Brother, Wyatt, save me


    Waaaaah..."


    "I just got news that Diaz was kidnapped," Lowell exined. "I was about to go find


    Dane to rescue him! Don''t worry, we''ll definitely get him back!"


    Having no idea the video was an Al fake, Wyatt suddenly pulled a dagger from his clothes and pressed it to Lowell''s throat, his lips


    rembling. "Call your partners. If they dare hurt Diaz, I''ll kill you!"


    Lowell made a subtle swallowing motion and tried to exin. "I''m not one of the kidnappers. I''ve been with Dane all day. He can vouch for me."


    Wyatt was agitated. "Liar! I heard you on the phone just now! You were plotting! You want to kill Dane and Diaz!"


    "Wyatt, you misheard me," Lowell continued, trying to reason with him. "I''m Dane''s friend. Why would I ever hurt him?!"


    Wyatt pressed the de harder, drawing a thin line of blood on Lowell''s neck. He roared, "Stop the nonsense! Call your partners right now! If they dare hurt Diaz, I''l slit your throat!"


    Dane noticed themotion and came running over. Seeing Wyatt holding a knife to Lowell''s neck, his eyes went wide. "Wyatt! What''s going on?!"


    "He''s a bad man!" Wyatt cried out. "He wants to kill you and Diaz! They''ve kidnapped Diaz, and they want to use him to kidnap you! He''s not a friend! He''s a monster!"


    After saying his piece, Wyatt shoved Lowell''s phone at Dane.


    When Dane saw the video, his eyes widened to their absolute limit.


    Lowell looked at Dane, pleading for help. "Dane Díaz has been kidnapped, it''s true, but I didn''t do it! I just got the news and was about to tell you Don''t listen to this crazy guy''s ravings! His mind isnt oight he''s making things up! Get him off me, and let''s go save Diaz together!"