Chapters (30)
- Copyright Page
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- The Gift (excerpt)
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“Okay, then I guess we’ll have to go in there more or less blind.” And hope there wouldn’t be an army waiting for us.
The only thing I was happy about was that I’d finally get to see some real action and not just have to hear stories about it from Brent. Maybe it was just a crazy wish, but I’d always wanted to get a taste of what it was like to be out in the field. Now I’d finally have the chance.
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Chapter 14
“I DON’T THINK ANYONE’S seen you,” Meg said through the video chat we’d set up on my phone. James and I were in one of the cars that were going to the house where Desmond had hidden his new drug. There was a small chance someone might’ve gotten to it before us, but then the Desaltis wouldn’t be trying so hard to get their hands on it or think we had it. Besides, someone would’ve already put it on the market, and we hadn’t noted any changes.
“Great. Thanks. Call me if anything comes up.” I ended the call and slipped the phone into the pocket of my jacket. In the end, we’d taken six cars, but we’d agreed that we’d all separate and use different routes so that our enemies would have trouble tracking us. Meg and Felipe had taken care of the traffic cameras, so we wouldn’t have to worry about that. But as we were getting closer to our destination, my palms were a little sweaty. Hopefully, this would be easy, and we’d just grab the product and run back home with it.
James’ face was somber, and I wasn’t sure if he wanted to participate in this, but there was a chance we might need his help, especially if his father had set up another one of his traps or any weird security measures. James had had a long conversation with his family before we left home, but I hadn’t been able to hear what he’d been talking to them about because I’d been busy getting ready and explaining to the team that Brent had gathered what we’d be doing.
“We’re almost there,” Brent said from the passenger seat. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s following us.”
“That’s good.” I turned my head toward James, who was staring through the window. “You should stay behind us.” He was the only one without a weapon. My men were already not very happy about him sticking around, and if he had a gun, they’d be more worried about him shooting them in the back than focusing on the task at hand.