“Trace is on watch. I can reach him on the radio. You talk to Skye. Tell her to grab her gear, including firearms, and bring it here.” He ducked back into his room, and Gage caught a glimpse of him opening his laptop, typing in the property address.

Gage strode down the corridor, banged on Skye’s door, and relayed Edge’s message.

“We’ve got a problem in Mérida,” he added. “I think you’re about to earn some hazard pay.”

Returning to his room, he found Abby, dressed in a clean pair of dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt, her face freshly washed. Gage stripped and also put on clean, dark-colored clothes.

“What’s the plan?” Abby asked.

“Edge is the plan. I’m trusting my brother to figure the best way in and out of this mess.”

“When do we leave?”

“As soon as Edge gets things set up. He doesn’t have much time, so he’ll have to improvise.” Gage walked over and grabbed his gear bag, pulled out the Beretta semiautomatic Mateo had provided when they’d first arrived.

“So Trace and Skye will be going along,” Abby said. “What about Mateo?”

Gage had pondered that. “Mateo is with the boy. I don’t want Carlos involved. Mateo can stay here and keep an eye on him and our equipment. I’d like our stuff to be here when we get back.” And Edge, Trace, and Skye were all former military. They understood the language, knew how to move as one.

“You’re right,” Abby said. “All three of them were soldiers. They’ve worked together before. Mateo might be more of a liability than an asset.”

His thoughts exactly. “I’ll bring Mateo up to speed and tell him what we’ve decided.”

When he returned, he found Edge, Skye, and Trace loading their gear into the back of one of the Hummers.

“We’re leaving ahead of you,” Edge said. “We need to check out the location, find the best way to handle the situation. Give us a twenty-minute head start. That’ll still get you there before the deadline. When you arrive, you won’t see us, but we’ll be there.”

Gage just nodded.

“Good luck,” Abby said, as Edge started walking.

He stopped and turned back. “Don’t either of you try to be heroes out there. Just do what they say, and let us handle the rest.”

“We’ll do our best,” Gage agreed, but if things went sideways, he’d do whatever was necessary to keep Abby safe.

Edge’s blue eyes locked with his, and the truth passed between them. His brother was no fool. By now, he knew Abby meant more to him than just a woman to share his bed. He would protect her at any cost.

“I’ll see you there,” Edge said and climbed into the Hummer.