Page 41 of Security Breach

“No system is perfect. Let’s hope he missed some of our surveillance cameras. I want to see his face.”

Minutes passed in silence as the three of them watched Wolf Pack close the circle on their prey.

Elliot tapped the comm device in his ear. “Movement in quadrant three, heading toward the ranch.” He gave the coordinates.

“Copy,” Jon murmured.

On screen, one member of the black ops team peeled off on an intercept course. Two minutes later, Jon whispered, “Target sighted.”

“Hold,” Eli murmured. “Almost in position.” Less than a minute later, a third figure appeared on screen behind the target. “Levi?”

“No other bogeys.”

“Jon, go.”

The sniper closed in on the target. With a minimum of fuss, he and Eli captured the intruder.

“Returning to base,” Eli murmured.

David considered the best place to interrogate the intruder. “Kitchen.”

“Copy.”

Although reluctant to bring the man inside the house, Emma would want to see what was happening. David headed toward the door. “Keep an eye on the monitors.”

“We’ve got this. Get the information we need,” Elliot said.

Leaving the surveillance to his brothers, David walked to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee for Wolf Pack and his brothers. The coffeemaker signaled the end of the brew cycle as the back door opened. Wolf Pack streamed into the kitchen with a man dressed in black in their midst.

Fury burned in David’s gut at the man swearing when Rafe shoved him onto a chair and secured the intruder’s hands behind his back with a zip tie.

“This idiot claims he knows you,” Eli said.

“Unfortunately, he’s telling the truth. What are you doing here, Wells?”

“Who are these thugs?”

“Answer my question,” David snapped. “You’re trespassing on private property in the middle of the night. You’re lucky one of them didn’t shoot you. Why are you here?”

“To make sure Emma was safe.”

David folded his arms. “Did you think I’d let anyone near her?”

“You don’t know who you’re up against,” Wells muttered.

“If his stealth skills match yours, I don’t have anything to worry about.”

The agent scowled. “Then you’re more of a fool than I originally thought.”

Wells and his buddies had more information than they shared, information that could be vital in identifying the man stalking Emma.

Owen gathered coffee mugs from the cabinet and began to fill them. “And you thought we needed your help to protect Emma?”

Wells’ cheeks flushed. “You’re a bunch of Army grunts. What do you know about protection details?”

“More than you think. Is your memory short? We were all spec ops, Wells.”

The agent strained against his bindings. “Cut me loose. I’m not a threat.”

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