“Yes, let’s hear about Baldwin,” Korgan said as he came out of the darkness toward them. “After Alisa assuring me that was your primary goal for the night, I’m interested to know what success you had, Margaret.”

“As good as it could be.” She shone the beam of her flashlight on his face. “But you’ll probably want more than that considering your less-than-pleasant mood. Did he give you a bad time, Alisa?”

“He had a few problems with the way you choose your friends. One thing led to another. Nothing that can’t be overcome if we give him what he wants.”

“Yes, nothing that can’t be overcome if you give me Baldwin,” Korgan said. “Can you?”

Margaret reached in her jacket pocket and gave him her notebook. “The location of Baldwin’s tent. It’s on the far edge of the encampment. It’s going to be very convenient for us that Masenak has been distancing himself from Baldwin lately. Since Masenak kidnapped those students, he likes to be close to them in case he wants to bring one or two of them into his tent for fun and games. He evidently thinks Baldwin might either be jealous or get in his way.”

“Trouble in paradise,” Korgan murmured. “And all the more reason Masenak might believe Baldwin would have reason to leave him.” He was looking at the pages in the notebook. “I’ll have a team here by tomorrow evening. How soon can we move on Baldwin?”

“You can’t,” Alisa said curtly. “I told you we’d handle it. We know everything there is to know about that camp. I won’t have you moving in there and getting any of those girls killed. You said that you wanted Baldwin to just disappear, and that’s what will happen.”

“How?” Korgan bit out.

“Sasha will go into his tent and distract him. I’ll give her five minutes, and then I’ll crawl under the back of his tent and take him down.” She grimaced. “Very quietly. I know the location and schedule of all the sentries and exactly when they make their rounds. I can have him out of the tent and halfway to the border here within an hour. Sasha will take care of cleaning up the interior of the tent to make it seem as if he’d left on his own. Margaret will fake the exterior footprints and make sure that they lead deep into the jungle in the opposite direction before they disappear.” She looked at Margaret. “When? Soon?”