“Molly told me. I held her while she cried.” And clearly Molly’s story had affected him. Trace was a pushover when it came to a damsel in distress.

“So far, Molly’s too frightened to cooperate with the law. I’m hoping Callie will be willing to speak up. Soon as we get her out of there, I’ll talk to Sheriff Akins about the alleged murder and Henson’s drug operation. I’m just hoping Akins isn’t on Henson’s payroll.”

A knock sounded at the door. “That’ll be Skye.” Edge walked over and opened the door. He didn’t like the hunger that burned through his blood when Skye’s soft breast brushed his arm as she walked into the room.

“Molly said to thank you for helping her,” Trace said.

Skye smiled. “We’re hoping once she feels safe, she’ll help us in return.”

“She’s scared to death that guy she married will come after her.”

“If they were ever actually married,” Skye said.

“Either way, Purcell may figure she belongs to him. If she was my woman, I wouldn’t want to let her go.”

Edge felt his eyebrows climbing. Trace rarely got involved with a woman. He was a confirmed bachelor. Or at least he had been.

“With luck, Purcell will be spending his days in jail.” Edge checked the Black Predator combat watch on his wrist. “It’s still early. Let’s head over to the café and get something to eat. We’ll come back and work through the plan, catch a little shut-eye, then head out to the compound.”

“Sounds good.” Trace unwound his tall frame and stood up. They were both six-three, Trace a few pounds heavier. They were big men, physically fit and well trained. Skye could hold her own, but considering what they could be facing tonight, Edge was glad to have Trace along.

Edge opened the motel room door. He didn’t glance at Skye as she walked past him out of the room. He needed his entire focus to be on the mission. It was what he had been trained to do.

But once their mission was complete and they were back in Denver, his objective was going to change. Skye Delaney was going to become his focus. His attraction to her was a problem he intended to solve, and like everything he did in life, he wouldn’t quit until he had achieved his goal.

In the meantime, his complete concentration had to be on his team and their objective. He wanted Callie Delaney out from under Henson’s control, home and safe. A simple snatch and grab should do it, in and out without firing a shot.

That was Plan A.

Plan B was the fail-safe. If unexpected problems arose, they’d do what was necessary to protect their charge and get out of the compound. Plan C would be implemented if all their planning went south. Then they would figure things out on the fly, do their best to get everyone out alive, and get the hell out of Dodge.

Edge’s mouth tightened in grim anticipation as he closed the door to the motel room.