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“Call Hamstead. See if he or anyone on the board is associated with Deigo Rodriguez,” he says, then adds, “Bull and Phoenix should have delivered the blow to their client on who the leak is in their company by now. Selfish son-in-law is going to be behind bars by this afternoon. We need them back here, and we need to find a way in to save the Fontaines.”

Wire hacks into the planning office to get information on the structure of the hangars in the old airport. Falcon is listening to the recording he made of Emmanuela and the caller to make sure he isn’t missing anything. I’ve got Phineas on the line, getting him caught up.

“Shit! I remember that name. Six months ago, Diego Rodriguez was trying to buy shares of GWO stock. I heard of his reputation and bought up everything I could to make sure it didn’t happen. I own eighty-two percent of GWO, my father still owns five percent, and the rest is owned by board members, who have minimal amounts. But the firm has been lucrative. I don’t see why any of them would turn to Rodriguez,” he informs me.

“It could be anything. Blackmail, greed. The reasons are endless,” I tell him. “Stay out of the office and out of sight for the day.”

“I just want Mitchell back safe,” Phineas says with a sigh. This is a good man. Not too many of those around. “But, whatever you say and whatever you need, I’ll do.”

With Rebel and Bull back at Storm, we brainstorm ideas on how to infiltrate the airport and pinpoint where they’re keeping the Fontaines. Bull, much like his name, wants to create a diversion while we barrel through.

“We have the element of surprise on our side,” Bull comments.

“We don’t have the manpower for that kind of attack. And there’s no guarantee that they won’t shoot Mitchell and Remmi before we get to them if they’re under siege,” Phoenix responds. “It’s happened in the past. They kill the hostages so even if they’re caught, there’s no one to testify.”

“The longer we sit and do nothing, the more danger the Fontaines are in. The clock is ticking. Mitchell can only stall so long before they catch on that he’s fucking with them, and they’ll kill Remmi first,” Wire says with a huff. His expression of frustration is becoming a permanent fixture.

“We need manpower. We need to strike hard and fast,” I say. “I’ve been looking at the layout. Each of the hangars is close to a fence with trees to hide behind. With each of us leading a team of five other men, we can all go in at the same time. We keep quiet until we’ve taken out the guards, then we create a diversion. Their soldiers will react, but not before we’re in. We’d have a chance at getting them out safe.”

“Smoke bombs,” Falcon adds. “We drop them in through the roof. Here.” He indicates the glass roof panels.

“We’ve got to have time to pry them loose,” Bull grunts.

“So, we time it right,” Wire says. “Take out the back guard. One man goes to the roof. He’s got three minutes tops to get the smoke bomb ready to drop. One man comes around front and takes the front guard out, then boom! We send in firepower and attack all at the same time,” he finishes.

“I need to call in some favors,” Falcon says. Translation: he’s going to go find us the men we need to go at this attack strong. Falcon’s got great connections and a far reach. The only hiccup I see is that we need local men if the plan is to hit tonight.

Phoenix runs a hand over his face, looking at all the data we’ve sifted through. “Fuck! You guys put it all together. Amazing work,” he says with a grin.

“Let’s just hope we’re not too late,” Wire says, his fists clenched by his sides. Clearly, he’s run out of patience.

Chapter15

All I Need

Sadie

Well, it’s official: Dad has run out of patience, and my parents are coming this weekend for a visit. It would have been nice for Rebel and me to have a little more alone time before he was forced to reckon with the likes of Robert and Nancy McCowan. Mom’s not the problem, however. She’ll be in the kitchen all the time, making sure we’re fed. Dad will be sent off to the grocery store at least once a day, and our freezer will be filled with casseroles by the time she leaves. Bright spot: neither of us will have to worry about starving for the next month.

Dad will play the overbearing father until he sees how great Rebel is. I’m guessing that’ll take all of half an hour, but Dad is who he is. Rebel doesn’t seem to care one way or another, so I’m going to have to let it all play out. Rebel does deserve the heads-up that the parents are arriving Saturday morning.

I hate calling him during the day. I know he’s working on an important case, but I want to do some work on the den to get it ready. Rebel has told me to make this my home, but I feel better talking to him first.

I’m amazed that no matter how busy Rebel is, he always picks up my call on the first ring. And he warns me ahead of time that he won’t be available for calls but will call me as soon as he can, like the other night.

“Hi, honey.”

“Hey, babe, all good?” His low, sexy tone makes me smile.

“Everything is fine. I just got off the phone with my parents.”

“When do they arrive?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Saturday morning.” I sigh.

“I’m surprised they waited this long.” His chuckle turns into a laugh and draws me right in, making me laugh along with him. “We already talked about this, and the den isn’t huge, but a bed and dresser will fit. Bull has had his bed in storage since he moved in with Maya. I’ll move it upstairs, but not until tomorrow night.”

“Okay. Do you mind if I add some pillows and things to make it more…homey?” I ask tentatively. I was thinking a trip to the mall to pick up a fresh comforter and some throw pillows might be nice.

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