Page 125 of Deadly Revenge

“Let’s drive by first,” Max said. “There may be a side road closer in.”

Jenna slowed as they drove past the cabin, and counted four vehicles parked in the drive and on the grass. “Can you see any license plates?”

“A couple,” he answered. “I’m writing them down.”

Maybe they’d get lucky and one of the vehicles had been reported as stolen. That would give them a perfect reason to storm the cabin.

“I’m texting them to a fellow TBI agent. He agreed to be on standby in case we need him.”

They pulled off the road to wait. A few minutes later, a text came back that none of the vehicles had been reported as stolen. “They’re checking registrations to see if they belong to any of Sebastian’s known associates.”

Jenna gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. “I just don’t understand why we can’t use thermal imaging.”

“We can’t use it without a warrant, and we have no proof your dad is in there or that Sebastian even rented the cabin. Unfortunately, our gut feeling isn’t enough for a warrant.”

“But—”

“I want to get Sebastian as much as you do—”

“No, you don’t.” Her heart jackhammered in her chest. She glared at him. “It’smydad he has, and right now I don’t care about the law.”

“I understand. You think I don’t want to bust in there and rescue your dad? The thing is, we have no proof he’s even in there. Or that Sebastian is, either.”

Jenna closed her eyes against his words.“God has this, sweetie.”How many times had her daddy said those words? And Granna ...

She sagged against the seat and pressed her fingertips to her closed eyes. “I just want to get my daddy back.”

“I know, and we will—but within the law. We don’t want Sebastian to walk free because we violated his right to privacy.”

“Why do we have to play by the rules when the bad guys don’t?”

“You know why—we’re better than them.”

Jenna released a pent-up breath. “I know.” She sat up straighter. “Sorry for the meltdown.”

He squeezed her hand. “If it was my dad, I’d feel the same way. Don’t ever forget God’s on the side of justice. He has this.”

She managed a small chuckle. “Yeah, that’s what my daddy always says. So what do we do now?”

“We wait for the surveillance team then we check out the remaining cabins on Weaver’s list.”

65

Sebastian paced the small kitchen in the cabin. Four of his men were filling the order for Sunday in the living room. Once he had his money from this operation, he’d have enough to set up in Chattanooga again. And this time without Phillip Ross calling the shots.

Phillip had been right. Jenna Hart had evidence against both of them, but why hadn’t he been able to find it? He’d searched that house from top to bottom. Didn’t matter—after tonight, he would be rid of both problems.

He dialed Ross’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“You don’t call me—I call you.”

“Just thought you might like to be here when I take Jenna Hart down.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s bringing the photos to me.”

“How did you—”

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