Fisher crossed his arms and scowled. “That’s bullshit. I don’t use that type of weapon and neither does Echo or Rogue.”
“What about Cash, Apollo, or Azrael?” Steel said.
“They didn’t fucking do this.” Fisher’s glare could peel paint from the side of a building.
“So, what are you thinking?” Steel walked from the dresser over to the closet to search.
“This has Tanis written all over it,” Fisher said.
Justice spotted several crayons scattered along with paper drawings on top of a small desk with the name Mikey scrawled on them. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he turned away from the colorful pictures.
“I’m just sayin’. We need to think of all possibilities,” Steel said, standing from his crouch.
He didn’t believe it. There was no way that any of the boys they had saved from Solomon’s locations would do this. Hell, most of those young adults had been captured as children and forced to become killers by that fucking asshole. The son of a bitch had gotten poetic justice though—one of his own had killed him.
“I’m telling you those boys wouldn’t do this.” Justice shook his head.
“I agree,” Fisher said. “If we’re done here, I need to find Mikey.”
On those words, Fisher stepped down the hallway and Justice followed with Steel in the rear.
When Fisher stopped moving, Justice bumped against the man’s back.
“Don’t fucking move,” a deep voice said.
The next second, Justice realized their conversation had muted the sounds of the house being entered.
It wasn’t a lone gunman either.
They were faced with darkly dressed men with military gear and automatic weapons.
Early morning…
Placing the book aside on the small table near his chair, Dave pushed to his feet and walked to his desk.
He answered the video call coming in from his laptop and took a seat in the dark leather office chair.
William Caldwell, also known as Will, came on screen. The Secretary of Defense crest covered the wall behind the man’s desk located in the Pentagon.
“How’s it going, Will?” Dave eased back in his chair.
“I can’t complain,” Will said with a slight smile. “I tried to keep you out of this one, but that’s not going to be possible.”
“What’s the problem?” Dave squinted.
“I’ve been ordered to recover Senator Child’s stepson, Steven. He’s ten years old and went missing six months ago.”
Movement at his study door caught his attention and he found Stone with two mugs of hot coffee. Dave motioned the man over and gratefully took the cup.
“Go on,” Dave told Will.
“Need to clear the room?”
“No.” Dave shook his head and Stone took a seat just out of view of the video.
“Okay, so I put my team on it and my commander found out that a man named Tanis took Steven. The only problem is that he’s got the boy locked in a bunker that has one door in and out.”
“Where is it located?”