Digging deeper, he found more.
Luckily for him, he knew a once-affiliate who had a news story on the Blackhawks. They were out West in Damascus—exactly where the bodyguard had left in a hurry.
While he’d been planning to head there, what piqued his interest was that Michael’s best friend, Gryphen, had hopped a plane.
A jet.
And it was heading out of the US toSCOTLAND.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
Putting two and two together, he figured out something important.
They were trying to keep Michael just out of his reach, so moving him outside the US was a good plan.
To make sure, he dug a little deeper. As he did, he found out the jet manifesto was for a specific private airport landing strip in Scotland.
They’d kept it on the DL, but they didn’t think to bribe anyone to hide the location. Likely because they didn’t think he’d find them in Damascus.
Only, he was smart.
There were two main FBI hubs, and Elizabeth Blackhawk was now at one.
Where she was, security was.
He now knew where the players were.
So, it was about choosing the game.
So, he was taking a chance and following security, but his gut was screaming that this was the way to go.
One way or another, he’d find Michael, and when he did, he’d have a talk with him.
They wereNOTbreaking up.
They wereNOTgoing their own way.
What happened just proved that he was better off without the Blackhawks.
No one dumped him.
No.
One.
Riley might have used the information he’d‘borrowed’, but they were engaged, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Michael could forget that.
Bet.
On.
It.
