Shannon:The Lyman Estate is where the wedding is being held.
Shannon:Tonight.
Shannon:The wedding I'm expecting you to attend in a tux, not cargo pants, boots, and a thigh holster.
Will:You love the thigh holster.
Shannon:Not at weddings.
Will:I'll put this intel to good use.
Will:Both pieces.
Shannon:There's a cocktail hour before the ceremony. That would be a wonderful time to sneak in. If you come after that point, please avoid the ballroom. The last thing Andy needs is you hulking around in the background of her ceremony photos.
Will:I'll work on it, peanut.
Will:How are my girls?
Shannon:Napping, thankfully. They'll be full of energy for when Ellie arrives to babysit.
Will:How late do we have Ellie tonight?
Shannon:She's staying over.
Will:And my parents will be there after the wedding.
Shannon:Correct.
Will:How would you like to spend a child-free evening in the city with your husband? If we have my parents and Ellie, plus the twenty gallons of breastmilk you've socked away in the fridge, we're all set. Right?
Shannon:That depends on how this operation turns out.
Will:Peanut. Please. You know I have this under control.
Shannon:I'll believe it when I see it.
Will:Are you saying you doubt me?
Shannon:I trust you completely. It's anyone's ability to bring Wes around right now that I doubt.
Will:You should trust me enough to pack a bag for the night.
* * *
Jordan held up his phone,pointing to a pin on the map Shaw sent. "This way."
The humidity was killing me. My t-shirt was soaked with sweat and we'd landed on Montserrat less than an hour ago.
I frowned at the tree canopy and thick undergrowth separating the land from the beach. Only the slightest suggestion of a trail was visible. We'd tracked Wes to the west side of Montserrat, on the south side of Bransby Point. As far as the local government was concerned, that area was off-limits. Eruptions from the Soufrière Hills volcano had destroyed the south end of the island along with its urban center, leading the government to strictly enforce an exclusion zone.
Save for wildlife, this part of the island was abandoned. "He's really roughing it, isn't he?"
An impatient noise rattled in Jordan's throat as he started along the trail. "That's the genius of your brother. He knows how to get lost." He ducked under a branch. "It's also really fucking irritating because we're the ones who have to find his ass."
"Let's hope this is the last time," I said, mostly to myself. The beach came into view, and with it, a welcome breath of fresh, salty air.
"There he is." Jordan pointed at the man sprawled on the sand like driftwood. "What's the plan here?"
