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“Agreed. She’s worried someone else will die because of her.”

“None of this is her fault. It’s on the Hunt Club members. If Emma offers herself as bait, too many things could go wrong. We could lose her in a split second.”

“Preaching to the choir, Levi.”

“What do you need from us?”

“Push hard for information from your sources. We need to know who these men are and locate them.”

“You know the old saying. Follow the money.”

“Find me a trail.”

“I hear you. Give me another hour to sleep, and I’ll start working my sources again.”

“Check the ranch security. Owen will probably take Gigi to the Rocking M tomorrow. I’ve already contacted Caleb. Update Elliot when he wakes.”

“Copy that. Elliot’s probably awake, though. He doesn’t sleep much these days.” Worry filled Levi’s voice. “Watch your back, David.” Levi ended the call.

David sipped his coffee. For the next two hours, he watched the security monitors.

When David went to the kitchen for water, Jon said, “Fortress tech support came through. I’m compiling data and dividing the likely cases into areas of the country. Once that’s complete, we’ll assign two or three people to evaluate the cases in a particular region.”

Progress, but not enough to dissuade Emma from her plan. “How long until you finish?”

“An hour, maybe less.” Jon looked up. “I know, David,” he murmured. “We’re working as fast as we can.”

“I’ve been thinking about Marty and his friend. They’re wealthy, graduates of Harvard, and part of a powerful, influential circle of people.”

“Your point?”

“Someone is coordinating this group of hunters.”

“Wells said he didn’t know who was running the group.”

“Marty and Justin created the game. I can’t see Marty, a man Justin said never gives up on a quarry, handing over the reins of this game to someone else.”

Silence, then, “You have a point. The feds must have torn apart Marty’s life, looking for anything to bring down this group. FBI hackers are excellent. I can’t see them missing a money trail.”

“I’m told you and Zane are better.”

The operative grunted. “What am I looking for?”

“A hefty fee for joining the Hunt Club and perhaps a fee per hunt. I doubt Marty pays it, but perhaps his partner, Jerome, contributes something per hunt.”

“Maybe.” Jon looked thoughtful. “Once we identify another team, I’ll have more information with which to work.”

“Look for a shell corporation buried in other shell corporations, possibly set up with a Cayman Islands account or a Swiss bank account.”

“You don’t ask for much, do you?”

“Hey, that’s why they pay you the big bucks, buddy.”

Jon’s lips twitched as he returned his attention to his laptop.

Thirty minutes before his shift ended, David’s gaze locked on one screen displaying the south perimeter. As he watched, a figure dressed in black moved from the shadows of the trees. “Jon!”

David studied the screen intently. Where was his partner? He scanned the other screens. Shadows everywhere. At the corner of one screen, a shadow moved, but when he looked more closely, everything was still.

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