"TELL ME YOU HAVE her, Gavin. Tell me you're following the signal." Ryan kept his head down. The FBI were all over the waterfront spot where Carson had disappeared. It was only a matter of time until they threw the blame Ryan's way."The signal is strong and moving fast," Gavin replied."You. Scott," Agent Walker bellowed."Call me when it stops." Ryan hung up the phone and turned toward the FBI agent. "Is the secondary tracker working?"Agent Walker stalked toward Ryan with Owen and his partner Rusty following close behind him. Owen caught Ryan's eye and shook his head. Walker's feet churned in the gravel as he closed the distance between them. As usual, his glare wasn't the least bit friendly."What the hell were you thinking running out there like that?" Walker was close enough Ryan could smell the sweet creamer the agent had put in his coffee."I was thinking our asset was about to make a serious mistake." Ryan held his ground."You didn't stop to consider that there might h
CARSON WAS GOING TO die.She'd made the wrong choice and now she'd pay the price.Ryan had no way to find her. She'd gone off on her own because she thought, once again, that she knew best. And she didn't. From the very beginning she'd dug her grave with no help from anyone and now she'd have to lie in it.Her nose throbbed and her knee ached to the point she couldn't totally feel her foot. Her arms were rubbery after that climb. She held her hands out as the man behind her shoved her forward, through the metal halls of her prison. She could smell salt on the air and the tang of metal.Survive the next minute that was her goal.The man spat words she didn't understand then let go of her.She took a step back and ran into the wall.Did she dare run?She had no idea where she was or which way would take her out of here. A single light lit the hall. It wasn't much to see with.He kept his gun on her to the point she could feel the phantom touch of the muzzle. He tossed something
CARSON FELT THE FOOTSTEPS before she heard them."Someone's coming," she said.If Kawa figured it out, if he knew what she'd done, she didn't want him to take it out on her family."Stay here." Carson pushed to her feet then backed away from her family."What's going on?" Frankie asked."I gambled. I'm sorry, it was the only way to find you." Carson swallowed.The lock scraped loose and the door swung open.Kawa stepped in, gun in hand, and his gaze went straight to her."It's fake," he snarled and raised the gun."I know. I'm sorry." She held up her hands. Ryan had said they were motivated by money. She'd have to believe he was right. "But what did you expect? I can't get the accounts unfrozen that fast. It takes time.""You had time.""A few hours. I need at least twelve. Maybe a whole day. I-I could still do it." The lies tasted funny, but she got them out.On TV people always tried to get their captors to empathize with them. See them as real people."Why should I trus
KAWA WATCHED THE CLOCK tick toward the morning hours.He could hear the others talking softly. They didn't want him to know they were awake.What were they talking about? Were they taking a vote?Kawa knew he'd lost the team's confidence, and he couldn't blame them. At every turn something had gone wrong.Were they doomed from the beginning? Was this some cosmic sign their bid for independence was doomed to fail?All he wanted was a safe place for his people, what little family he had left. That wasn't too much to ask. It was what other countries had, so why not them?The satellite phone buzzed. He'd turned the ringer off because he knew he wouldn't sleep until this call happened.He got up and swung the door shut before answering."Hello?" he said."Kawa, this is not good news.""President Farage, I am sorry." He bowed his head even though the other man could not see him."I sent you there to fix a problem, not to create more." Farage's tone was no longer that of the firm,
RYAN CRADLED HIS HEAD in his hands. The sounds of snoring and keystrokes mixed together. After hours without sleep it was difficult to feel completely human.He hadn't seen Carson in going on seven hours.At seventeen minutes after eleven, she'd crawled down into a small craft.Ten minutes after that they'd lost both of the back-up trackers.The closest thing to a lead they had was that they hadn't been able to find any evidence that the small boat had gone ashore, which meant the boat was most likely still in the water or they'd traveled farther than they could locate using the drones and what security cameras they could access without Zain's magic touch.If they didn't get a lead on Carson in the next five hours, the chances of her coming back alive diminished greatly. Kidnappings like this were different from Aegis Group's normal gig, even the teams. While they specialized in bringing people home, it wasn't usually a situation that was already headed for execution.Her death m
JOE'S FLIGHT WAS SCHEDULED to leave tonight. He'd flown here to find Kawa and figure out what the hell was going on with rescuing Jules. If he'd have known what a delay would mean to bringing her home, he wouldn't have hesitated. This was the closest anyone had been to her in years.He stared out the front window of the coffee shop and wondered where had it all gone wrong?From the beginning he and his sister had been raised to put others first. He'd gone into politics while she needed to be closer to the action. She'd started out as a journalist then moved into documenting history as it happened. He still wasn't entirely sure why she'd gone to Syria in the first place, but that was where she'd disappeared.He'd called on every favor he was owed in those first few months trying to get her returned safely, but each time he was told their hands were tied. Syria was a land where they had no reach. They were at a stalemate with the Russians over that one plot of land and they couldn't e
CARSON HAD EXHAUSTED HER mediocre medical knowledge. Now all she could do was keep Frankie comfortable as she whimpered in pain.The few things Carson knew were that the bullet must have bounced off the wall or floor, then hit Frankie in the lower back to the left of her spine. There was only one wound, so her television doctor degree told her the slug was still in there and if they didn't get Frankie help soon she could die. What TV hadn't prepared Carson for was the slow, oozing way the wound bled. It was always so fast on shows."She's burning up," Mom whispered. She'd screamed herself hoarse at the door yelling for help earlier."I don't know what else to do." Carson kept her hands pressed tight to Frankie's back.Dad stroked Frankie's wild hair off her face.They had no options. No hope. Nothing.Unless one of them got out of here.She stared at the impossibly small window.If there was a will, there was a way."Dad? Can you stand for a few minutes? I want to try somethin
CARSON'S HEAD ACHED, AND it felt like there was sandpaper inside her knee. But she was free. Which was more than she could say for her family.The fall from the window to the deck below hadn't killed her. She'd managed to land feet first, which in hindsight maybe wasn't such a great thing. Something was wrong with her knee, but she couldn't allow that to slow her down. There was a goose egg on the back of her head from where she'd connected with the railing, but her vision wasn't blurry. She could move, she could hide and maybe she could get off this boat.She pressed her back against the metal wall. The deck she'd fallen to was an open level below the uppermost deck where the cargo was stacked. Even down here she could see where pallets, crates and containers would be stored. Except the boat had been unloaded, which made hiding harder.A masculine sing-song voice drifted toward her in a language she didn't understand. Another man answered him. It wasn't the same language that Kawa'
Two months later. Ekko's Apartment, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.EKKO STARED AT THE table with the spread of food laid out.Was there enough? Did she need more? Would Coco and Paxton like it?She reached out and adjusted the tray of cheese so it was at more of an angle instead of perfectly aligned to everything else.It looked too neat."Stop." Silas took her hand and spun her toward him, capturing her against his chest with strong arms around her waist."It looks like I'm trying too hard." She smoothed her hands up and over his shoulders."Stop. It's just Paxton and Coco.""Your best friend and his fiancé, who I haven't met yet.""What?" Silas' face scrunched up. "You've talked to her dozens of times.""In the background of you and Paxton talking. That doesn't count." She pulled away from him and proceeded to turn dishes a little this way and that."You do realize Coco spends most days digging in elephant shit and stuff, right?""Silas." She scowled at him."What?" He gr
IT FELT LIKE THE weight Silas had been carrying around in his gut had now attached itself to his eyelids. He floated in darkness, no longer asleep but not yet awake. Someone had called this twilight once, though he couldn't recall who. Something wouldn't let him go back to sleep. There was something he needed to do. It was urgent.What the hell was it?That nagging question hounded him as he ever so slowly gathered his strength.He wasn't aware of time or how long it took to wrestle one eyelid open, but at long last he peered out of his darkness into...more darkness.Well that was just dandy. What the fuck?He blinked that one eye again, letting his vision adjust. He was in a room and there was a light on, it just didn't do much.Machines beeped and whirled around him.That was a sound he could never mistake and it told him the first piece of his puzzle. From there the others fell into place, one after another.He was still in the hospital.He'd been hurt.There was a fight.
EKKO CLUNG TO THE stretcher bearing Silas out to the parking lot.She hadn't realized how bad his injuries were. He was barely keeping his eyes open. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she kept pace with the two paramedics. Silas covered her hand with his as they came to a stop at the bumper of an ambulance.Paxton, Brett and Vito were sitting inside. They were worse for wear and grim, but seemed okay.All around them police were marching uninjured people they'd arrested to sit in a line next to a chain-link fence blocking the sidewalk. The night was lit up with swirling lights that made her head spin."Where's Chayan?" she asked. Her heart was tearing in two, aching for both men.A little distance away an ambulance took off, sirens blaring. She hoped it was the one with Pasley in it."Ma'am, I need to look at that wound," a paramedic said to her.She held tight to Silas' hand. "What about Chayan? Older man, little taller than me? Salt and pepper hair?"Silas had said he was fine.
IGNEY PACED IN A circle, looking down each hall in turn.Where were they? Had he miscalculated? Were they willing to lose the woman so long as they got the man?His orders were clear. Get both the man and the woman.The woman was a symbol. Too many young people had taken to the streets because they listened to others like her.The man though, he knew things.Killing the woman was personal. Chasing her had cast him in a bad light. But the man was more important in the grand scheme of things."Fuck," Igney muttered. He glanced at a pair of men striding for the doors. "You. Come here."The men never glanced at him. Because they didn't understand him?He whirled to face Alban. "Where are the others?""I don't know where Delem and Michil are." He grimaced. "I haven't heard from them since we split up to search the building."That wasn't good.Igney had heard a lot of gunfire. Was it possible the other men he'd brought with him were dead?If both Chayan and Pasley escaped, leavin
EKKO'S ONE OFFENSIVE ATTEMPT was an utter failure. Her head spun and she was going to be sick.This wasn't good.She felt like a ragdoll being drug around, first by Igney then another man she didn't recognize. He spoke Daurian though which could only mean one thing.He was London DSS.Her body chilled. Was that from fear or the blows to the head? She didn't know anymore."Come find me, Pasley, or your little bird dies," Igney cackled into the radio.She tasted bile.Pasley had called her little bird back in the park.Igney cackled like a bad movie villain. The man was enjoying this. He was getting off on torturing them all.What about Silas?Pasley was with him.If Pasley told Silas, if he knew, they would come for her. Silas was determined to bring them all home and to keep her safe. But if he did, if he came to her rescue, Igney would kill them. Igney needed her and Chayan. Which meant he couldn't kill her here and now. It was an empty threat. Wasn't it? Did she dare belie
SILAS PUSHED HIS GROUP hard as they traversed the second floor. The sun had fully set, plunging them into complete darkness where there weren't windows or other lights.This building was a damn maze, and every turn they needed was blocked by too many people to fight their way through.There had to be more than the fifteen or so they'd estimated. More like thirty.This wasn't good.What about Ekko? Where had the others gone to?He'd hoped getting down here meant they would find her and Paxton, but so far all they'd found were a few bodies. At least they knew Paxton and Brett were eliminating the other side. But no one had taken the ammo or guns. Why? When resources were this precious, why not take them?Could they have gotten free? Did he dare hope?Something thumped in the darkness. Like a heavy footfall.Silas cursed himself as he skidded to a stop. He didn't see anything, but his gut screamed at him. He pivoted and threw himself at Chayan, shoving the other man aside. Silas w
THE DARKNESS FELT AS if it were swallowing her.Ekko clung to the back of Paxton's shirt like he'd directed. She couldn't shake the sensation that there were hands out there reaching for her. That Igney or one of the others were biding their time and waiting for the chance to kill her.Where was Silas? What about Chayan and the others?They'd been separated before she realized what was going on.Behind them a burst of gunfire spurred her on, shattering the silence.She knew it was Brett. Was he trading gunfire with someone? Those shots all sounded the same to her. She hoped he was safe. He was only one man and they had no idea how many were behind them."Stay close." Paxton reached back and pressed her hand to his back.Her head pounded with each and every step. It hurt so bad, but she didn't want to say anything. Her pain was minimal compared to what could happen."Will you cut that out?" Paxton yelled behind them.He side stepped and sort of skipped through a narrow gap betw
SILAS GRIT HIS TEETH to keep from telling Paxton to hurry the fuck up. It wasn't like Paxton was slow. The knife on his belt tool was small and no doubt dulled after cutting through several sets of thick, plastic restraints.Sitting like this it felt as though there was a ten pound weight sitting on his guts. He didn't know what the knife had cut, but Silas knew from the woozy feeling and blood making his jeans sticky it wasn't good. He had to get the others out of here before his clock ran out."Which way did they bring you up?" Silas asked Brett instead of chafing at how long getting free was taking.Brett stood by the door, a discarded piece of wood held as a weapon. "We came in some doors, up a stair to our right then a long walk down here. You?""Different way." Silas grimaced. "Do we retrace our path, or avoid it? How many people were with you?"Brett grimaced. They'd been hooded when they arrived. "Hard to say.""Let's assume at least the three that came in here plus one o
EKKO STARED IN SHOCK, her head spinning as the men left the room again."S-Silas?" she whispered so softly she barely heard herself.He slumped sideways groaning.Had that man-that monster-just stabbed Silas?"Man, Silas, dude, talk to us." Paxton had scooted forward, his arms extended behind him, attention on Silas."I'm fine." Silas' voice was strained. "Brett, Vito, how are you two?""Alive," Brett groaned."Vito? Man?" Silas shook his head and sat up straighter."Fine."This was it.Ekko swallowed.They'd done everything and in the end, they were outplayed.The DSS would kill them. She wasn't sure why they hadn't already, but she didn't doubt that death was the final move. All of these people, they were going to die because she'd been arrogant. She'd thought she knew what she was doing, when in fact she hadn't a clue.A sob tore out of Ekko making her already aching head pound harder."Ekko?" Silas called out. "Ekko, listen to me, this is going to be okay. Pax?"A ch