Page 108 of Hidden Agendas (Tempting SEALs 4)

“Negative,” Ian snapped on the line. “Do not activate the skin-tag. Not yet.”

“Kell?” Macey questioned him.

“Tap into radar,” Kell ordered him. “Hack Defense. I want to know if anything lifts off from a private airfield anywhere in the vicinity.”

“Got it.”

The scent of fresh air grew stronger as Kell practically ran through the tunnel. He came into the wash minutes later through the thick stand of brush covering it as Reno and the rest of the team materialized from the surrounding woods, followed by the Secret Service agents assigned to back them.

“How did you overlook the wash?” Kell snarled to the agent in charge. “It was your job to contain the perimeter.”

“No excuse, sir,” the agent growled. “We missed it.”

“He was meant to miss it,” Markwell argued. “Hell, Kell, it’s well hidden.”

“No excuse, sir,” the agent repeated.

“Macey’s on the laptop. Jansen Clay is our Mr. White,” Kell snapped.

Stunned silence met his words as Reno’s head snapped around and his gaze pinned on Kell.

“You’re certain?”

“There’s a sandy soil in the tunnel. These grounds are heavily vegetated. Clay had that sand on his shoes, I saw it myself when he was standing over Kira. Is there a report on her?”

“Ambulance is loading her now,” Reno reported. “She’s alive but in bad shape.”

“Conscious?”

“Negative,” Reno stated as they rushed up the incline to the limo.

“Ian,” Kell snapped into the radio. “Get her loaded then steal one of Markwell’s vehicles and follow behind.”

“Got it!”

“At least I have insurance.” Markwell sighed.

“Kell, Jansen’s daughter was raped during that kidnapping,” Reno snarled. “You have to be wrong about this.”

“I’m not wrong about this.”

Kell was aware of the implication. Jansen Clay had caused the death of the daughter of one of his friends, Carrie Bridgeport. But Risa was his own daughter.

“The bastard’s dead,” Reno snarled. “Fucking dead.”

“Kell, I have a lock on radar,” Macey called from inside the limo. “There are three private airfields close by; one was shut down last year when the owners left the property.”

“That’s the one we want, load up.”

The limo wasn’t the quickest way to get to where they needed to go, but it was their only choice. The six men loaded in, their expressions savagely intent, weapons held ready.

“Where’s the bastard Reno caught with the gun?” Kell asked as the limo burned rubber pulling out.

“Gator bait,” Reno answered. “He’s trussed up about four feet off the ground and waiting on the admiral to collect him. Shouldn’t we call the admiral?”

“Called,” Macey informed them. “I called his secured cell as I was pulling in. He’s arranging things on his end in case we don’t catch them before they lift off.”

“Not an option,” Kell bit out. “They do not lift off.”

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