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And Cormack had had a hand in all of it. From the scheduling of the ferry runs to the timing of various ships’ passages, he coordinated the manpower needed to make sure everything ran smoothly. He kept the traffic from being too great to be safe. So often he’d looked out at similar scenes and marveled at the role he played in keeping the city safe and running.
At the moment, though, he wasn’t thinking about any of that. Right now, all he could think about was his daughter, and how he had failed to protect her.
“Any word?” he asked, as Cicero hung up from a call.
“Nothing yet,” he said.
“What about her phone?”
Cicero shook his head. “It could just be that she’s not picking up.”
“Could be,” Cormack agreed. His stomach was tighter than he could ever remember. He’d learned over the years to stay calm in the most difficult circumstance, but he’d never known the kind of fear he felt right now. “What about Buddy Cavanaugh?”
“He’s disappeared as well.”
“Find him.”
“We’ll get him. He can’t stay hidden forever.”
“I swear to God, Cicero, when he’s found, I want him alive. Make sure everyone knows that he’s mine. I need him talking, and then I’ll decide how he goes. I’m pushing his button, too. No one else.” Cormack felt the anger burning through him.
“I’ve given the word.”
“Make sure.”
Cicero changed the subject. “What do you want to do about Soh?”
“What are his numbers?”
“Tough to tell. We figure twenty core guys who are fully initiated into his crew. Maybe twice that number that he can use on a contract basis. They’re less reliable, though.”
“And we’ve got, what, fifteen?”
“A few more than that who I feel like we can count on. Maybe another twenty-five with less commitment.”
Cormack considered the options. “Even odds. So a frontal assault would be risky, even if we knew where he was.”
Cicero nodded.
“We need another way to get to him.” Cormack looked out at the LNG tanker, with the Coast Guard and BPD gunboats zipping around like bees protecting a hive. He had no doubt that, wherever Soh was, there would be protection swarming around him in a similar way. There had to be a weakness in his defenses, though. He knew that he could formulate a plan if only he could focus. Right now, though, there was only one thing he could think about.
“Find her, Cicero,” he said. “I need to know that she’s alive.”
Cicero stood up. “I know. I’ll find her.” He walked over to the office door and opened it. “I’ll make sure she’s OK.”