Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
It wasn’t an impulse he’d ever thought he would have. He saved lives. He didn’t take them, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he would do it if he had to.
“Adam, what have you got?” Big Tag sat in the driver’s seat, Adam beside him. They’d flown down, but it had taken hours to get things into place. Unlike Huisman, who’d been prepared.
Every minute had felt like a damn year. He wasn’t sure how the team kept their cool. They’d left Tasha, Charlotte, and Kenzie behind, Big Tag unwilling to allow the latter two in the same room with Ben Parker. Tara had stayed behind, too, helping Tasha clear out her and Parker’s rooms and briefing their bosses at Langley about what was happening.
“I don’t think they brought the boys in at the same time as the women.” Adam was in the back of the Sprinter that Parker had managed to procure despite the fact they’d landed before dawn. “I’ve tracked the plane I believe they were on, and I found the car I think they were picked up in. It’s too small for four bodies. I think he brought the women on the plane and drove Tristan and Zach down.”
“Keeping them together would potentially give the men a chance to save the women or vice versa.” Parker sat beside Cooper, wearing similar clothes. They looked ready for war. “He’ll split them up until he can secure them all in the house. But I assure you, he’s in there.”
“Someone’s in there,” Lou confirmed. “I have definite movement in the house. He’s got a lot of security, from what I can tell, but I think he’s got the system off right now. I think they’re waiting for something.”
They were parked half a block down from the house in question, nestled in a super-wealthy neighborhood in Toronto. One Parker knew well. He’d explained to the group he’d grown up here, too, his childhood home close to Dr. Huisman’s.
There was a knock on the sliding door and Cooper opened it, revealing TJ. He’d changed into sweats and a T-shirt, a bandana around his head and sunglasses on. He looked like a dude out for a jog.
TJ climbed in. “They’re subtle, but there’s at least two guards on the grounds. The garage door was open, and it’s definitely the car Adam caught on the CCTVs coming from the airport. Whoever was on the plane is in the house. I don’t see any signs of a vehicle they might have brought Tris and Zach in. It looked like they were getting ready for something. I’m not sure. I can’t get close, but I did see a park that might have a view. It didn’t look like the place had anything more than those drapey things.”
“Window treatments.” Lou looked over at her boyfriend, adjusting her glasses—the ones that worked again and would allow Kenzie and Charlotte some form of information about what was going on. From what he’d been told, they would be making their way to Toronto via one of the SUVs they’d rented and would find a hotel to hole up in while they waited. Lou’s glasses would be their only connection to the mission.
How hard was it for Charlotte to stay out of it, to stay with Kenzie when Kala was in trouble?
I don’t know what your sister is going through, but the last thing she’s going to need if she survives it is to come out and realize her career is over. You chose this, Kenz. You had the idea of building Kara. You don’t get to burn her down now.
Ian had been in a hell of a mood earlier. While Cooper and TJ kept Parker busy, Ian had gone up to the attic, and Aidan had overheard the conversation while he’d helped pack up. Conversation might not be the right word. It had been a straight up lecture.
He wasn’t sure Ian was right. The world might have changed in an irrevocable way.
If she survives.
If Kala survives.
If Carys and Tristan survive.
“We’ve got a van coming up the street,” Lou said, staring at her laptop. “Uncle Adam, I think it’s yours.”
Aidan sat up straighter, trying to get a view out of the tinted windows. Sure enough, there was a van coming up the street, moving with some speed, as though it was late for an important meeting.
Was Tris in that van?
“I need a plate,” Adam said.
Parker put a set of binoculars to his eyes and called out the plate number.
Aidan watched as the van drove by.
“That’s it.” Adam closed his laptop and pulled the pistol from his holster, checking it. “They have to be in there. Let’s go.”
Ian held out a hand. “Not yet.”
“It’ll be easier to take them out as they’re transporting Tristan and Zach from the van than when they get them securely in the house,” Adam argued.