Page 69 of Legacy's Call

“There.” Ronan nodded in Fleur’s direction.

“I’ll go with you,” Miller said.

Shelly shook her head. “No offense, but I doubt she wants to see a man right now, Miller. You can stop by the medical tent in a little bit.” Shelly waited for the girl and Fleur to come.

Mathias walked up to the tent. “Is this a line for coffee?” The man laughed at his own joke.

Miller shook his head. “No.”

Mathias’ smile dropped as he looked at Ronan. “What’s up?”

“Another poaching incident,” Ronan said. “Can you get your guys on that for us?” He pointed to the hole in the fence.

“No,” Mathias swore bitterly. “I’ll do it myself. How in the hell are they cutting the fence? I’ve locked up every tool that could do it.”

“What?” Miller asked. “Why are you locking up tools?”

“Because some bastard is cutting holes in the fence, and I don’t want to be a part of it even in the slightest. All our cutting tools are secured from the time I leave to the time I get back.” Mathias stormed into the tent, still cussing.

Jug looked over at him. “Skipper, all we have todo is toss the tents. We find the cutting tool, and we’ll find who is doing this, right?”

“You can’t do that.” Miller sighed. “These people have been searched, and anything dangerous is locked up. We return it to them when they’re on the convoy trucks after processing.”

“Well, someone has cutters, and they weren’t taken away.” Jug shook his head. “I’m going to see if Shelly or Fleur need help.”

“I’ll go with you,” Miller said. “Maybe the girl saw something. That will help us.”

Ronan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before tapping his ear. “Dude, please tell me you have something.”

“I’m working it, Skipper. We’re concentrating on the one you mentioned, but right now, there’s nothing. I’m not giving up, though. I know a few tricks. It’s just going to take time. People are getting better and better at covering their digital tracks. If what I know fails to produce any actionable evidence, I’ll call in a favor from Jewell or Con. If they can’t find anything, it isn’t there. I promise we’re working it.”

“I have faith in you, Dude. Keep me up to date.”

“Oh, I will, and the background on Fleur is pristine. Figured you’d want that question taken care of first.”

He smiled. “I knew it would be, but thanks for expediting that issue.”

“No worries, and one last thing, Cobra team will be wheels down in country in eighteen hours.”

“Roger. Copy.” Ronan glanced at his watch. It was a quarter after five. That meant Deacon and his team would land at eleven fifteen. Give them rack time, and they’d be pulling into camp by early afternoon tomorrow. Thank God. Now, all he needed was proof or exclusion of the person Al suspected. Then, he needed to get the convoys up and running.

He had plenty of shit to look after until that point. The first was finding out what Habib knew. Jug could handle anything that came up with the women, and Wolf wouldn’t hang it up until Stryker came back inside the camp. Speaking of which, Ronan tapped his ear. “Stryker?”

“Yo,” the man responded immediately.

“Anything?”

“Followed the tracks to the rocky area north of camp. I followed a hunch and headed to that road we came in on. I found a shoe and a scarf beside the road by the rocks they’d have to go through. I think they hustled them out to the road and loaded them up. They could be out of the country by now.”

“Copy. Are you heading back now?”

“Yeah.”

“Skipper, I can go get him in the Jeep.” Wolf entered the conversation.

“Do it. Wraith, we’ll see if Habib can be enticed to give us any information.”

“Copy,” Wraith acknowledged, and Ronan cast another glance at the hole in the fence. Wolf was right. Murder was on the table. If he could prove the fucker was aiding these sick motherfuckers, he’d be tempted, sorely tempted.

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