Page 70 of Legacy's Call

He jumped into the passenger seat of the Jeep Wraith was driving. He was in a fucking horrid mood for having such a fucking good night. He exited the Jeep and walked into Habib’s hut without knocking.

Habib cocked his head and nodded to a space at the table with him. “Coffee?”

Ronan wasn’t there for pleasantries. “Who the fuck is inside?”

“I honestly do not know.”

Ronan reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a stack of American bills. “Who is it?”

Habib stared at the money and licked his lips. “If I knew, I would tell you.”

Ronan snarled, shoved the money in his pocket, and turned to leave.

“I can tell you how they know when and where to cut the holes.”

Ronan turned to look at him. “Talk.”

“The ISIL leave a message under the ruined capstone rocks by the gates. The message is retrieved, and communication is complete.”

Ronan pulled out the notes and dropped them on the table. “If you can find out who is inside the camp, that will triple.” He strode out of the hut and got into the Jeep. “Let’s go.” They drove toward the camp. “You heard?”

“Everything,” Wraith said. “Time to set up your new toy.”

“Damn straight.” Ronan wanted that fucker in the worst way.

CHAPTER 20

Fleur came out of the medical tent when Jug and Miller walked up. Miller demanded, “Is she talking?”

“About what?” Fleur asked.

“About who took her,” Miller said.

She shook her head. “She was playing in the lot with other kids and got tired. She fell asleep under the truck, and when she woke up, she was locked in the fence. She saw the others being taken. One woman fell, saw her, and motioned for her to stay hidden. She did until Wraith found her.”

“Well, that’s no help,” Miller said and turned on his heel.

She blinked and looked up at Jug. “Sorry?”

Jug shrugged. “He’s a self-important dick.”

Fleur couldn’t help the laughter that his comment caused. “He isn’t, really. I’ve worked with him for years. He can be direct, but he’s a hard worker like all of us.”

Jug rolled his eyes. “My gut says he’s a dick. I’ll stick with that.”

“Shelly is almost done. I’m going to get Tammara so she can talk with the girl.”

“I can do that.” Jug motioned to her boots. “You might want to tie them.”

She glanced down. Her boots were untied. “Oh, thanks.” She dropped down and tied her boots. When she was finished, Jug was gone, and she was alone. “I swear, they all walk as quietly as ghosts in a graveyard.” She went to the admin tent and talked with Rana before returning to her anti-trafficking tent. Rana would work to try to figure out who was missing, and she’d help her after she completed a few tasks for Ronan. She opened the flap, went inside, and was surprised to see Miller. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you. I wanted to apologize. Things are getting to me.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I see you and the Guardian are getting close. Kind of fast, wasn’t it?”

Fleur jerked like she’d been struck. What in thehell? Did he actually think he had the right to talk to her like that? “Excuse me? Are you my father?”

Miller frowned. “No, but I’m your friend. You realize guys like that are only after one thing. They’ll leave you as soon as another assignment comes along.”

“Miller, I appreciate the concern, but believe me, I am old enough to make my own decisions and live with them.” She sat down and crossed her legs.

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