Friday. New York City.
JAMIE GOT OUT OF the SUV at the corner near the hotel, pulled the hood on his jacket up and started walking.
He had pulled a number of children out of harm's way. They were often the innocent targets of evil men or bargaining chips used to extort money. Today was the first time he'd hunted a kid.
As best anyone could tell, the boy's name was Nate Cox. He'd been taken from his family two years ago and never seen since. Until today.