Chapter 363: Sunday. Alec's House, Seattle, Washington.

WYATT STARED AT THE gray house with the small army of cars and trucks in the driveway and lined along the curb. All the other homes had maybe one vehicle visible. Not this one.

How many people were inside?

Was this Vara's other team? Had she been working with these guys all along? Who was Vara Price, really?

They'd met through a military contact. He'd been hesitant at first. Syria was in the grips of a civil war, but there was money to be had. Vara took the right risks, she knew how to get around. It had made for a good partnership.

Had he been a fool this whole time?

What else was Vara doing?

In the end she'd used him and left their team on the ground die.

Ivan muttered and smacked the side of the tablet.

"What?" Wyatt whispered.

Ivan jabbed his finger in his ear then spat a curse and tossed the ear buds in the floorboard.

"The signal is gone," he said.

"She wasn't on the phone, was she?" Wyatt frowned.

"No." Ivan glared at the front of the house. "We know where she is. Wh