Luke cursed. “And let me guess. Alvarez is running the operation.”

“Yeah.” Blake ran his fingers over his jaw. “Alvarez is running the operation.”

“How deep are you into this?”

He rotated back around. “I’m working as head of security for one of his top men.”

“Damn it, Blake—”

“I’m going to get enough shit from Royce over this, so save me yours,” Blake snapped. “I have women who need help and a shot at bringing this asshole down once and for all. Are you in or out?”

“You know we’re in. We’ll charter a flight and get a team there tomorrow. I’ll work on arranging a safe house.”

“Kyle has his hands full taking care of two of the women. I need you to check on someone for me. I need to know everything you can find out about Anna Michaels. Her sister is Kara Michaels, an FBI agent on a leave of absence. Actually…fuck. I’m not sure what her sister’s name is. Their father was FBI and he was compromised on an undercover job, and Kara and her sister were given new identities.”

“If they’re in witness protection plans it will be nearly impossible to get that information, even at the highest level where Royce has connections. Why is this important?”

“Kara is here, trying to find her sister. She seems to think she’s one of the kidnapped women. I’ll need to get back to you on the sister’s name. Just get me everything you can on Kara and make sure no one but Kyle has been digging around in her file.”

“You mean Royce digging around. If Kyle got you information on Kara, he got it from Royce. And Royce is going to be pissed when he finds out Kyle lied about why to protect you, because we both know he didn’t tell him Kara tracked back to you hunting Alvarez.”

“He was just doing as ordered.”

Luke was silent a long moment before he said, “I’m not even going to bother asking the ten questions on my mind right now.”

“Thank you for that little piece of heaven,” Blake replied in mock relief.

“Royce—”

“Will turn heaven to hell. Believe me, I know.”

Luke changed the subject. “Is Kara one of the women you’re protecting?”

“I thought you weren’t asking the ten questions.”

“This is the eleventh.”

Blake’s lips thinned. “Yes.”

He snorted. “Does she know you’re protecting her? Because I’m pretty sure she’s trained to protect herself and others for that matter.”

“No,” he confessed. “But she’s about to.”

Luke whistled. “The shit’s about to hit the fan. She’s going to bust your chops.”

“You don’t even know her.”