Chapter 370: Thursday. CIA Safe House, Portland, Oregon.

FOUR HOURS AND TWENTY minutes.

That was how long since Alec had lost sight of Vara. He couldn't help the clock counting it all down, knowing she could be dead already.

Brett used his flashlight to signal Alec and Paxton from the side gate.

Alec didn't want to trust Brett, but he'd proven adept at not only getting them a last minute flight to Portland, but at locating Vara's handler and ferreting out why the man was on this side of the country. The whole thing had Alec thinking there'd been eyes on Vara this whole time.

Had they been bait all along?

"Move." Paxton planted his hand on Alec's back and shoved him forward.

Alec ignored the helping hand and picked up the pace.

Brett was through the side gate of what he'd told them was a CIA safe house. They would have minimal time to access the house, grab Chad and get out before CIA muscle arrived. Normally Alec was the one doing the rescuing. Kidnapping wasn't a typical on the job activity, but they'd had a lot of weird shit going o