“Any clues there? We know it was some sort of detective agency,” she said, typing softly across the line. “But they didn’t register it with the state or county.”
“There aren’t any business cards or letterhead here,” he said. “I questioned the lawyer they worked with, and he didn’t remember a name.” Though gut instinct told Cobb that the lawyer had known more than he’d said. Apparently Heath and the boys had learned to create loyalty in the folks they met. “I could take another run at the lawyer but not if you want me to remain under the radar.”
“No need. My boys have left Wyoming, and we know that Heath is outside of DC.”
“The text I just received said that good old Daniel failed to bring in Heath,” Elton retorted. The supersoldier was Isobel’s pet, and he’d failed.
“Daniel will get the job done. Trust me. I will have those boys back here under our control by this time next year.”
So she could return them to the labs and force them to work for her—as well as provide genetic samples for a new generation of engineered supersoldiers. Cobb shook his head. “Okay.” He fully planned on killing them all before they could do shit. After he demolished anybody and everybody they loved. Isobel would just have to forgive him afterward.
“There are bigger issues at play than simple vengeance,” she said, reading him with impressive accuracy.
That’s what she thought. “They killed my brother.”
“I know.” She sighed. “But you and your brother shouldn’t have beaten them for so many years. They were bound to fight back. It’s in their very genes—I made sure of it.” A barely veiled pride whispered in her voice.
Cobb shook his head. Those assholes were lucky enough to have had a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. They deserved every beating they ever got. “Any other news about the DC op?”
“Barely.” Her voice had lost any semblance of pleasure. “Yes. Daniel said Heath protected a woman in the fight.”
A woman? Excellent. A weakness for Heath. It was shocking Daniel had even noticed a woman. He was one of the few people on earth who gave Cobb the willies. If eyes could be dead, Daniel’s were. “Where is Daniel now?”
“He landed at the Boise airport and should be arriving here at any moment.” Isobel’s new compound and lab were located several miles outside Boise, Idaho . . . a place where she could conduct her genetic experiments in private.
Cobb shrugged off unease about Daniel. “Who was the woman with Heath?”
“Her name is Anya Best, and she’s the sister of an FBI agent who was taken by some serial killer. Had a very nice news conference during which she announced she was Heath’s fiancée and they were moving to Snowville in Washington.” Satisfaction put a lilt in Isobel’s cultured voice.
His pulse rate picked up, and he sat forward. “We know where they’re going?”
“I find it highly unlikely. It’s possible she gave the location to throw us off track. It’d be the smart thing to do, and Heath knows we’re looking for them. With Daniel finding them in DC, Heath has to feel the time for our reunion drawing near.”
Cobb flopped back in the chair. “Good point. There’s no way Heath would allow her to announce their location to the media.”
“No. Unless it suits his purpose, which I can’t imagine at this point. He has to know how vulnerable a dalliance would make him.” Isobel chuckled the deep-throated sound that made Cobb’s entire body hum. “I had no clue I’d created such a group of romantic fools when I spliced their genes.”
Women made them weak, and Cobb would use that. “I take it you’re tracking down information on Anya Best?”
“Of course. I’ll know everything about her by tonight. She might have FBI protection since her sister was with the Bureau, so we’ll have to proceed very carefully.”
“If she’s with Heath, she’s not with the FBI,” Cobb returned. “I’m considering filing a report on my brother’s murder to get the entire U.S. law enforcement community after these assholes.” The only reason he hadn’t done so was because he wanted to extract revenge on his own without the court system. But after twenty years of searching for them, he was ready to let them just go to jail if that was the only way to make them pay.
“No. I need them for further research, and you need them to hurt for what they did to you,” she countered easily. “I promise you’ll get much more satisfaction from letting them live and suffer. Just think what you can do to their women in front of them.”
His dick hardened. “That’s a good point, my love.” God, she’d be frightening if she weren’t on his side. Hell, she scared the shit out of him sometimes, and he was a sadist. “How’s the new lab coming along?”
“So well.” Her tone evened out to pure pleasure. “About two weeks to go, and we’ll be up and running. I have a few genetic samples left that look viable and just need female surrogates, which we can discuss later. Right now I’m receiving the proper equipment, and Daniel will get back to training the soldiers. I have only five still loyal from the past.” Her pout sounded through the line.
“Five is a good number to start with,” he returned. Especially since those five had been trained from birth to fight and kill.
“I wish I could get all my boys back here,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “You’ll make more soldiers, Isobel.”
“Just find my boys for me. I need their sperm to start creating again.” She clicked off the call.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket. Sperm? Right. Once he was finished with them, they wouldn’t be able to produce shit—much less sperm. At that thought, he yanked out his dick and started stroking himself.
