When they were out of earshot she said, “Nathan, that woman needs emergency care. She’s probably in shock.”

“At the risk of sounding callous, she’s not in any immediate danger.”

“Not in any immediate danger?”

Harv stepped forward. “Easy, Grangeland. We’re not trying to be insensitive, but Nate’s right. She looks bad, but her wounds aren’t life threatening.”

Her expression softened. “I’m sorry, Nathan. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“I’m just really pissed off right now.”

“It’s okay. I am too.”

“They haven’t given her anything to eat or drink for two days. Those fucking assholes.”

He couldn’t recall ever hearing her curse before. She did it well. “Don’t worry. Those fucking assholes are going to wish they were never born soon enough. Look, I know it’s a crappy deal, but she needs to be debriefed. We can’t take her to a hospital. Her wounds can’t be explained as anything other than intentional. The police will get involved. She may have vital information on Montez’s operation or his whereabouts. We’ll formulate our next moves based on what we learn from her and those mutts out there.”

“She’s worried sick about her daughters.”

“That’s where you come in. Find the bathroom and clean her up as best you can. Do you have a travel bag in the sedan?”

“My clothes should fit her okay.”

“Harv, give Grangeland your keys.” He turned toward her. “There’s an overnight bag in Harv’s trunk with a shirt for me. There’s also a green trauma bag. You know how to administer O-two?”

“It’s been awhile, but yes.”

“When you get back, wrap her torso up with gauze.”

Grangeland looked toward the woman for a moment, then left the warehouse.

Nathan pointed toward the bound men. “I’m turning them over to Cantrell. It won’t break my heart seeing them under the CIA’s special care for a spell. But before we turn them over, we need the ringleader to make contact with Montez. We need to make sure the guy who usually contacts Montez makes the call. It might raise suspicion otherwise.”

“Do we know which one it is?”

“We will soon enough.”

“Let’s hope he’s not the stiff with the machine gun,” Harv said.

“Cantrell?”

“I think it’s fair to assume she didn’t know about this warehouse or we would’ve been intercepted. This gives the CIA more than they had an hour ago. A lot more.”

“Let’s use this time to update Holly,” he said.

She answered after the first ring.

“We’re okay,” Nathan said quickly. It took about two minutes to update her and answer some questions.

“What’s your next move?” she asked.

“We’re heading down to San Diego. With a little luck this will be over in the next few hours.”