Page 50 of Legacy's Call

“Some. Most are taken to the ISIL as gifts for overlooking debts. They are also taken over the border to be sold as labor for the drug fields or to be used for sex.”

“How did you escape going to war or being sold?”

Adil looked up at him. “Who said I did?”

Ronan frowned. “You were a child soldier?”

“No.”

Ronan snapped his mouth shut and ground his teeth. Son of a bitch, he wished like hell he’d kept his mouth shut. “I’m sorry.”

“As am I. As I said, I am ancient. I’ve seen and experienced too much and am ready to leave. I willcontact you if I have any information. It would be best if no one sees us together.”

“I understand. Thank you for the information.”

“You’re welcome—oh, and one more thing. Tell Buchanan not to meet the people Rana had contacted. They will kill her after they …” He shrugged. “They are not the people Rana used to know.”

“I’ve already told her, but I’ll say it again. Thank you.”

“Good night,” Adil said as he returned to the brush and walked out of view.

Ronan headed back to the main road, and Wraith met him about a quarter of a mile up the trail. “Did you get the information?”

“I got it.” He repeated his conversation with Adil. Wraith was quiet until Jug met up with them.

“Everything good?”

“Not even close,” Wraith said.

“What does that mean?” Jug asked Ronan.

Ronan sighed, “It means there’s a traitor in our midst.”

“So, it’s a staff member,” Jug said.

“We believe we know who it is,” Ronan acknowledged.

“Then we take them out. No more worries.”

Jug was always a straightforward kind of guy. “We contact Guardian first, tell them what we know and assume, and they let us know what they want done.”

“Like there’s any question?” Jug turned to look at him as they walked.

“There is a question,” Wraith said quietly.

“What is it?” Jug asked.

“Who’s paying them, and why are they trying to close this specific camp.” Ronan sighed. “And you can’t say shit about this to Shelly.”

“What the fuck? Like I would?”

“Pillow talk,” Wraith said with humor in his voice.

“Ain’t been no pillows. Ain’t going to be any. She’s out of my league.”

“Not what I heard,” Wraith said. “She’s into you.”

“Stop pulling my leg, man. She’s a fucking doctor.”

---