Traynor’s anger was apparent in his pursed lips and unblinking eyes. Conrad did not back down, “Where’s my daughter?”
Traynor’s lips turned upward at the corners. “She’s with my son. If he dies, she dies.”
“You let her go, and I’ll save your boy,” offered Conrad.
Traynor wore a full smile now. “How can I trust you?” He motioned at the broken insulin vials on the floor.
“There’s more. In a place a small body can get to. I’ll need Elizabeth.”
“You take Ben, he’s small, and I’ll keep the girl here.”
“Then how about we all go?”