Elation caught her and spun her around. “Yes.” She really did. Right there. “Three shipments, two Port of Los Angeles, and one Port of Seattle. Times, cargo numbers, and plans to retrieve.” Smiling, she printed the information off and handed it over. “Call the FBI.”

“Gladly.” He smiled, took the paper, and then disappeared.

She’d done it. They all had. The FBI had plenty of time to save those girls and get them home. She looked around. For so long, she’d done what the HDD had told her, fearing repercussions. Not anymore. Finally, she was home.

It was time to face her handlers, no matter the cost.

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two

When Raider fetched the document he’d spent an hour printing off, there was so much pain in his body that he’d turned numb. Numb wasn’t a bad place to be, truth be told. Malcolm and Wolfe were wrapping things up with the FBI and SWAT teams in case room one, Brigid was still in the computer room, and he had a short time to get everything in place. The elevator dinged, and Angus Force escorted a battered and bruised but still walking Sean Banaghan into the bullpen.

Raider tapped the papers into order on his desk. “Hey. I thought you had a collapsed lung?”

“Nope,” Sean said. “Just a couple of bruises and broken ribs. No big deal.”

Man, the guy was tough. Raider looked at Force. “Your dog is snoring in your office.”

“Hey.” Force limped by him, pain etched into the lines bracketing his mouth. “I have a couple more phone calls to make, and I need a shot of Jack Daniel’s. Give me a sec.” He shut the door to his office.

Sean wore a Red Sox hat, green sweatshirt, and jeans, his boots looking right at home on him. His green eyes sizzled above the bruises on his face. “You look like you lost a game of chicken with a semi.”

“Feel like it, too.” Raider gestured to Wolfe’s desk, which faced and abutted Raider’s. “Have a seat.”

Sean looked around and dropped into the chair. “Where’s my girl?”

“In her computer room. I think she’s asleep,” Raider said, dropping onto his chair and letting all of his bruised bones clatter together. “She’s amazing, man. Just deciphered a computer code very few people in the world would even attempt, and in about five hours, a bunch of terrified women and girls are going to be saved from a horrible fate. She saved them.”

Sean smiled. “She’s a smart one, she is.”

She was beyond smart. Sweet, kind, intelligent, spunky, and beautiful. It was way too early, but Raider wanted to plan a visit for her to meet Miss A, maybe at the end of summer.

Sean cleared his throat. “I guess you could date her. You don’t seem so bad.”