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“Holy shit,” whispered Luke. “Jenna Collins. She works with Georgie and the others on our contracts for G.R.I.P. with the DOD. Call her.”

“I already did,” said AJ. “She’s unsure of where her son might be. I spoke to her boss, and he knows to not approve anything or allow anything to move through that has her name on it. DOD is aware of our suspicions that she is probably falsifying contracts for weapons and other items so that they can be diverted to Cambodia.”

“Well, that answers the questions on how he was getting things over there and how he was making contacts with all the right people. We don’t think him and the stepmother are more than that do we?” frowned Eric.

“No. Probably not,” said AJ. “She’s in her late sixties and looks more like a grandmother than Mama Irene does. I think they’re just close. His mother died when he was four, so all he’s ever known was Jenna as his mother. Sounds like they just happened to have one of those relationships.”

“What’s happening with her?” asked Sor.

“DOD is looking into all of her contracts to Asia right now. She’s not aware of anything going on. They have her in a training room, retaking a bunch of BS training to keep her busy.”

“See if you can find him on traffic cameras,” said Hex. “Once we know for sure where he’s going, we can follow.”

“We could have a team head there now,” said Sor. They all looked at him, nodding. “We could just be in the area prepared for whatever might come.”

“It’s not a bad thought,” said Luke. “Take four with you. Frank and Ben seem invested in this one. Take those two, Cowboy and Brix.”

“Not Brix. Daphne is due any time now. I’ll take Matt. We’ve got a lot of babies due in the next few weeks, and I don’t want anyone mad at me,” smirked Sor.

“I hear ‘ya. Go get ‘em, brother. We’ll keep you posted,” said Luke.

Sor left the offices to go see Nell before he was gone again.

“What do you think this guy’s ultimate game is?” asked Hex.

“I think it’s as simple as it seems in this case. I think it’s money, power, maybe even a little fame in some ways. None of that really matters. What matters is that we stop him. With him gone, the Cambodians will have to find a new source for their little plan.”

“Then let’s do what we do,” smirked Eric. “Let’s stop him.”

“Well, hello, handsome,” smiled Nell as Sor entered the cottage. She was stretched out on the leather chair, her feet up on the ottoman, with a book in her hands.

“Hey, babe. What are you reading?”

“One of Charlie’s books,” she grinned. “It’s pretty spicy. Giving me lots of great ideas for bedroom activities.”

“Oh, do tell,” he smiled, feeling himself harden.

“Well, for instance, in this chapter, they’re attempting to have a little fun with role-playing. She’s a woman alone in a bar.”

“Oh, that’s just sad,” he smirked.

“Yep. He comes in looking all handsome, big, and strong and sits down beside her. He, of course, offers to buy her a drink. They start talking and learn that they’re both getting over nasty divorces.”

“Huh, that sounds familiar,” he says.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Anyway, he offers to walk her home, but when they get there, her front door is open.”

“Oh no. What happens next?” he asks, pushing the ottoman aside and kneeling between her legs. His big hands massage up her calves and thighs as she swallows, staring at him.

“W-Well, he searches the house, and there’s no one there, but of course, she’s scared.”

“Of course,” he grinned. Sor hooked his thumbs inside her panties, pulling them down as she lifted her body off the seat. “Go on.”

“I-I’m having trouble concentrating,” she smiled.

“Try.”

“Then, he offers to stay the night, sleep on the sofa. Except her sofa is in terrible shape, and she feels bad for him, so they agree to sleep in the same bed with him on top of the covers.”

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