Page 63 of Exhale
The big man caught the slender Micah, but only briefly hugged him before setting him away.
Owen cleared his throat and moved back from his crush against Jordan.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he muttered.
They had to meet up with Pegasus and fill Ace in on their lack of finding Weston.
Owen drove them through the night and Jordan sat in the passenger seat with Black and Micah in the back.
The comms were quiet, so Jordan wasn’t holding onto much hope that any of the other team members had found Weston.
And as the hours passed, his hope began to fade. He could only imagine how Owen must be feeling.
The man had a death grip on the wheel as they barreled down the highway just over the maximum speed.
“What now?” he asked, turning in his seat to face Owen.
“We’re regrouping at the temporary base,” Owen said and whipped into the parking lot where a chopper had dropped them off a few hours ago.
The helicopter, owned by Dave, had the blades spinning.
“You coming?” Jordan asked Micah and Black.
“I want to see this to the end,” Micah said.
“I’m coming,” Black said after a dark scowl at Micah.
Jordan couldn’t see Black letting Micah come alone, so he was glad both of his friends would stick around to help.
The conference room was quiet, even though it was filled with Pegasus operatives and several police. SWAT, DEA, and detectives had shown up and taken seats in the back.
Ace stood up front with Dave, and off to the side stood Stone, his light gray eyes traveling over the room.
Jordan could see that Stone was in full bodyguard mode. Which made sense—Davewasa powerful man. He had his finger on the pulse of specialty teams that ultimately reported to the President of the United States. If anything were to happen to Dave, then all hell would break loose.
Several Secret Service agents were also strategically standing around the room.
Jordan could tell the difference between them and the others. They wore suits, while the various law enforcement groups wore uniforms.
Dave turned to the group and gave a heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry to say that Danner got away. He’s wounded, but he’s on the run,” Dave said.
“Was my son with him?” Owen asked.
“No.”
A pin could have been heard dropping, and Dave continued.
“We suspect that he already sold Weston and is using the money to leave the country.”
A murmur ran through the room.
“I have alerted all avenues of escape. I’ve mobilized a massive manhunt with the approval of POTUS,” Dave continued.
Every person in the room seemed to collectively hold their breath. There had only been a handful of times through the years that Dave had mobilized such a force. Jordan had heard the stories.
And he hoped to god that it would be enough to find Weston.
