“We scanned them,” Leo protested. “They checked every inch of their skin.”
“Baskins said they deactivate them in case someone makes it to the authorities, making them virtually undetectable. They turned them back on, and they must be close because he expects Gerard back next week. Rebecca, Kara, and the others will be sitting ducks,” Julio said, pulling out his phone and calling Mac.
“Julio,”Mac greeted. “I didn’t plan to hear from you this soon.”
“Listen to me. They’re coming for them, most likely Rebecca. I don’t have time to explain. You must find the trackers and keep them safe until we arrive,” he ordered.
“I’ll wrangle the men to the farmhouse, and don’t worry, we’ll find them,” Mac assured him.
“It’ll take us about three hours to get there. Keep them safe,” he pleaded as he ran from the room.
“I’ll protect them with my life,” Mac vowed and hung up the call.
Julio rushed into the hallway and yanked the bonds holding Jameson, intending to take him home.
Mr. Baskins stood beside the other vehicle, his mouth hung open as he observed Julio releasing the merchandise. “Wait. You’re one of them?”
Julio strode toward the disgusting man. His fist connected with Baskins’ nose and Julio heard the crunch of the bone as blood began to pour down his face. “Take him to the van and call your connection. We need to keep him until we hear from Gerard.”
“We got incoming, multiple unknowns in several vehicles,” Shadow reported. Leo’s men went into action, hiding the vans. Saint led the victims into an interior closet while shouting instructions.
Julio passed Jameson a gun. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Do we have any other options besides dying?” Jameson replied as he checked the weapon and disappeared.
Leo handed him another gun. “They don’t know we’re here. Find out what they know.”
Taco shoved the now-loose Baskins on the couch. A red dot appeared on the bastard’s chest. “Think about warning them and my buddy will end you,” Taco threatened before taking the stairs two at a time.
“We got six approaching the front door,” Patch said over the coms. “Four more headed toward the back. They came packing.”
“Copy,” Leo replied before he and Shadow melted into their surroundings.
“Keep your head and pretend we finished our transaction,” Julio ordered coolly as he poured them both a drink.
Mr. Baskins’ face turned pale as the red dot flashed on him one more time before disappearing.
Four men entered the room, scanning the area, before another man walked in, wearing a tailored suit and tie. “Where’s my merchandise, Baskins?” the man asked in a cold voice.
“I…I don’t know. Gerard picked up the signal in Texas and sent men to retrieve her,” he explained shakily. “We didn’t expect you until next week.”
“It seems I must return to my home. With my cousin’s death, I’ll be taking the helm. Rahimi promised Agent Keens the woman.”
“She’ll arrive in Boston within a day or two,” Baskins reassured him. From the way he spoke, Julio knew he feared the man.
“Gentleman, facial recognition picked up a hit on our visitor,” Matthew informed them. “Meet Rahimi’s cousin, Hassan.”
“He’s taking a chance coming here himself,” Leo spoke low.
“You promised me a sample of this prized possession,” Julio protested. “I dropped everything to come this evening for damaged merchandise. I’m expecting compensation.”
“He’s not in a position to offer such an arrangement,” Hassan said slowly. “And you are…”
“Julio Garcia. I’m beginning to think he’s setting me up. First, the botched auction, and then you show up with guns. I’m a businessman, not a weapons dealer,” Julio said, rising.
The man flashed him a brilliant smile. “Mr. Garcia. It’s nice to meet you. Mr. Baskins keeps a reserve for special events. I’m assuming you came for a private showing. Do you have a preference?”
“He likes blondes,” Mr. Garfield blurted out.
