Page 23 of Saving Mr. Norcross
Rhys grinned. “Right. I knew your hard jaw would be good for something.”
Vander started tugging again. “You’ve punched it yourself enough.”
“It’s been a while.”
“We’re not free yet, but soon.” He strained against the metal.
Come on. He knew Brynn was getting closer. He needed to get free before she arrived. He didn’t want her setting a single foot in this place.
Stay safe, baby. Please. And keep our baby safe.
CHAPTER SIX
Brynn dropped off the wall and landed in a crouch. Silently, Justin leaped down beside her.
She touched her ear. “Haven, we’re over the fence and in the grounds.”
“Okay, Brynn. I mean, acknowledged.” There was a pause. “I’m flying the drone in closer for a look.”
“Focus on the number and location of the guards.”
“Will do.”
Brynn scanned around. She noted lots of fruit trees and olive trees. In the center, the house was lit up brightly. It was an imposing, sprawling building, painted a cream color, with touches of natural and black iron.
“I think climbing up to the second-floor balcony would be our best entry point,” Justin said.
“Agreed,” she murmured. The ornate front door was too heavily guarded. “Let’s try to avoid killing anyone unless our lives are in danger.”
He smiled, his teeth white in the darkness. “There’s the cop in you.”
“I’d prefer to avoid an international incident, or jail.”
“No cop in the country would arrest you for taking down Navarro or any of his men.”
“I just want Vander and Rhys back. That’s it.”
“Brynn?” Haven was back. “Ooh, I found the thermal camera. It’s so cool, but there are lots of colored blobs, which means lots of guards. I see four patrolling the grounds, and more close to the house. There are two at the front door.”
“Any on the balcony?”
“No.”
Okay, avoid the guards on the ground, get to the balcony. Then once inside, sneak down to the basement.
Piece of cake. She blew out a breath. “Ready?”
“Oh yeah,” Justin murmured.
“Haven, we’re moving in.”
Brynn pulled a small grappling hook out of her backpack and clicked it open. Vander always had the best toys. The hook was attached to military-grade paracord rope. “The south end of the balcony looks best.” The trees were thicker there and would give them more cover.
Justin nodded.
Staying low, they darted through the trees. Soon, they were crouched under the balcony.
She gripped the grappling hook, getting ready to throw it. That’s when she heard footsteps.
