Page 16 of Stains of Desire

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Axel

Kalim's teamhas already set up camp when Dirk and I arrive. The rest of our team, which is led by Andre, hasn't been dropped off yet.

Dirk and I were in Norway, base jumping off the fjords, when we got the notification from Interpol.

"How was it?" Kalim asks when we arrive.

"It was awesome. Sorry you had to miss it," I reply.

"Next time."

"Your sister okay?" Dirk asks.

Kalim's face drops. "She will be. At least she's moved out and away from that dickhead. She better not go back this time."

I cross my arms. "Why do women stay with men who treat them like garbage? It makes zero sense to me."

"Sex?" Dirk offers.

Kalim groans.

"Dumbass, you're talking about his sister," I remind Dirk.

He grins. "Sorry."

"When are the others scheduled to arrive?" I ask.

Kalim glances at his watch. "They should be dropping in any moment."

"How long have you been here?"

"Since yesterday. You missed all the fun. Interpol didn't get our supplies to us until this morning."

"You're kidding?"

Dirk shifts on his feet. "So, you had nothing?"

"Nope. They dropped us off, and we had to eat macro bars. And it rained last night."

"That sucks."

"Yep. But the Jeeps, tents, and everything else got here this morning," Kalim informs us.

"Is it just me, or does Interpol seem to be dropping the ball too much lately?" I ask.

"Agreed," they both reply.

"What's the situation?" Dirk asks.

Kalim's jaw clenches. "Six women are being held hostage by Santiago Gómez several miles from here. He's keeping them in a dirt pit."

"Who are they?" I ask.

Kalim smirks and removes two folders from his pile. "Dirk, if you could rescue anyone in the world, who would it be?"

"Why?"

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