His lieutenant had let his black buzz-cut hair grow. It was now trimmed in a modern style. Clean shaven, as usual, he wore jeans and a T-shirt with a rock band logo.

“You look like an Anchorage college student.” Nabera’s nod of approval made the man stand straighter. “What was so urgent you needed to see me today?”

After discovering their children and traitorous females were at a bleeding-heart women’s shelter, Nabera had assigned Luka to charm one of the facility’s volunteers. The dark-haired man had a way with women, and he’d been feeding the female a steady diet of sex and drugs.

“It’s about the women’s shelter. There’s a limit to how long anyone can stay in the facility, and the time is up for our bitches.”

“Is it now…” Nabera stroked his beard. He wanted to make examples of them, to show the Texas sluts what would happen if they testified. Once out of the shelter, he could get to them quite easily. “Good.”

“Maybe not. Only a few are staying in Alaska and moving to reduced income housing while they find jobs. The rest are leaving the state to move in with relatives, wherever they are. Most are flying out tomorrow.”

“Shit.” Nabera scowled. “Then we need to act today.” He reached for his cell phone.

“Yes, sir.” Luka frowned. “One other thing.”

“Yeah, speak up.”

“Obadiah’s woman—she’s supposed to show up this afternoon at two. Probably to say goodbye to the rest of them.”

“Kirsten.” The hot rage hit Nabera so quickly that it felt as if he’d dropped into a lake of lava. “That traitorous bitch.”

Luka’s expression held the same anger. “The cunt destroyed our lives. Got Obadiah killed.”

Somehow, the slut had sent word to a friend about the Zealots. The bitch friend arranged for her lover and others to break into the compound. Not only had Kirsten escaped, so had the children and most of the women. The traitorous cunts had spilled their guts to the Feds.

It was Kirsten’s fault that Parrish was in prison. Nabera had sworn he would see her dead even if it took his entire fucking life.

Now he had his chance.

And even better… “If she’s there to see the others, they’ll be gathered in one place. Is there a way to get in?”

“It’s a women’s shelter so they have good security. Cameras, alarms. But”—Luka smirked—“if I tell Arella I’m going out of town and offer some ecstasy and a quickie, she’ll let me in the side door. The staff turned off the alarm on that door so they can go outside and smoke.”

This was his smartest lieutenant. “Go on.”

“I’ll knock Arella out and take care of the desk receptionist. Once I shut down the security system, our men can just waltz in the front.”