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ABIGAIL WAITED FOR THE all clear signal before she crossed the road and entered the nondescript, older building through a side entrance. The store front boasted used tech, from cell phones to computers, while the back of the shop was much more.The young man waiting for her never said a word. He didn't even look her directly in the face.He flipped the locks and led her through the racks of surplus merchandise to the back of the storage area. An older man sat at a workbench, the guts of an iPad scattered in front of him."You're late," he said."I had to be careful." She shed the coat and reached for the hanging clothes bag. "For me?""Everything you asked for.""The money go through?""As always.""I need some drugs. Painkillers, if you have them.""Like what? Morphine?""No." Morphine would make her itchy. Sleepy. She just needed the edge taken off. Her rib was broken, but something else wasn't right. Until she was clear of Luke, she didn't have the luxury of seei

ABIGAIL KEPT ONE HAND wrapped around the pistol deep within her bag and the other pressing the goggles harder over her eyes. The sand and wind combined to make the trek south one hell of a ride. Too bad the truck she'd hitched a ride on didn't have AC. Or windows. At least it had an engine and decent enough shocks. The pills had numbed the pain, but she could tell something wasn't right. Was it the fluid in her lung?Once she got over the border, she could arrange for better transportation and a doctor. In two days' time she could meet with one of her old sources, someone more than likely with a finger in at least one pie that would help her.Zach was slippery. He'd gotten away with so much. But he wasn't infallible. He'd always been the kind to leave a few lose threads, like when he hadn't confirmed her death. If she'd been able to confirm his death so much wrong in this world could have been prevented, but she'd had to run. Hide. Survive. Unlike Zach, she learned from her past. I

LUKE SLOWLY ROTATED HIS wrist inside the cuffs.His arm wasn't broken.That was good at least.He didn't expect the good to last.Nador walked a semi-circle around Luke. His head was still foggy, as though he had cotton wound around his head. Whatever they'd drugged him with was bad stuff.Morning light sliced through the windows, stabbing Luke in the eyeballs.How long had he been out?Where was he?Were the others okay?What about Abigail?"Where's Mason Clark?" Nador drew the ‘s' out a few syllables too long. Luke still couldn't place the man's accent."Do I look like a nanny?" Last Luke knew, Mason was home, doing every small gig possible so their director of operations could keep him close at hand. The leash chafed, but that was the price Mason had to pay for the woman of his dreams. It was something Luke was beginning to understand.Nador pulled his hand back and smacked Luke across the face.His head whipped around, cracking his neck.Shit.That's h

Abigail slowed the glorified dune buggy to a crawl and checked her bearings again.Nador's Libyan compound was almost three hundred and fifty kilometers from the Aegis headquarters in Egypt by road. She was able to shave off nearly forty by avoiding roads altogether with the Sand Viper ATV.She should be nearing the compound soon, and that meant patrols.Hopefully they didn't miss her, or she'd have to be spot-on with her targeting.Abigail double checked the straps on the passenger seat. She'd only brought gas and the backpack with her. While she'd have preferred to stash the pack in the back, C4 and gasoline shouldn't mix. At least not with her still in the driver's seat.She needed to swing to the north a bit. She'd drifted too far south and risked missing her target altogether. Turning the wheel, she shifted the ATV into gear and shot forward.This whole plan was crazy.It might not work.But she hoped it did.At least if she failed, Luke's team wouldn't be far be

LUKE PACED HIS CELL. Waiting. Listening.Three bombs and at least one other altercation.The yard was abuzz with activity. People yelling, trying to put out the blaze that had taken over the main building. The acrid smoke was drifting into this wing already.Where was Abigail?Did he try to escape? Go in search of her? Or did he stay put?She likely had a plan. The guys would be somewhere out there waiting for a signal. Was that what the bombs were? A signal? Then where were the guys?The worst thing a kidnapped client could do was attempt to rescue themselves. It royally fucked up whatever plans their team made to extract the clients. He knew he needed to stay put, to play his role, but damn it. It felt wrong. Something was off. The guys should have been there already. Shouldn't they?Voices echoed down the hall, louder. A door banged open.Luke leaned against the bars, holding onto them as though they were all that was keeping him upright.A few moments later, the d