TJ hadn’t left either. He and Ben had taken turns getting coffee and snacks so one of them was around. Watching over their women. Their hearts.
He had one again, and it was full.
“He slept on the floor by her bed because he didn’t want to risk touching her leg, but he wouldn’t let go of her hand,” Kala said with a hint of a smile. “Slept like that all night and can’t figure out why he’s got cramps in his hand now. Dumbass. Also, he’s hangry. Like super hangry. I can’t help it that we’re in the ass end of nowhere Eastern Europe and there’s no street vendors to dole out hot dogs. Lou is up now and asking about her nanite project. Do you know where they putthe suit? I’m sending Lucifer in to get it.”
Lucy and Sami had been instrumental in getting them to the hospital, and Lucy proved she was good with logistics as she found a small hotel a block from the hospital. Not that he’d stayed there. He wouldn’t leave her side for more than a few moments.
He could have lost her.
He was never leaving her side again.
“There’s a room at the front of the lab wing where they had me change. I think it’s in one of the lockers,” Kenzie explained.
Tris pulled his cell. “I’ll let them know. The Brits are all out at the site.”
Kala nodded. “Oliver showed up last night. He’s pissed, by the way. He and Sami have been arguing for hours about him being left behind, so she gave him the fun job of dealing with Bulgarian intelligence. I’m pretty sure he already slept with the liaison they assigned to us. He’s so gross.”
He’d seen the attaché. She was lovely, but no one moved him any more except one pink-haired, gorgeous girl. “I think he called it supporting good political relationships, and as we haven’t had to deal with the local authorities, I’m going to thank Oliver’s dick.”
“He should call it spreading syphilis,” Kenzie quipped.
Kala ignored her. “Mom and Dad are on their way up. They’ve already called back to base, and we’ve got a shit ton of paperwork to do, but it looks like we’re going to be able to take down Disrupt now. Tris already found a ton of intel.”
“I got the fucker’s personal system,” Tris admitted. “The one he kept off the Internet. I’m worried about some of the projects he refers to in there. We might have cut off the head, but there’s more work to be done.”
Kenzie yawned and sat up straighter in bed. “Hey, I never got the explanation of how you figured out Gabby was still working with Huisman.”
“He did?” Ben stood. She was awake now, and they’d told him she was stable. “Scoot.”
She smiled up at him as she made a place next to her. “That’s what he said, but you were all knocked out and on your way here when he showed up. I bet the Agency is going to yell at us for the last-minute plane tickets.”
Ben slipped off his shoes and climbed into bed with her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she curled around him. She fit so perfectly.
“Like I would fly commercial,” Tris said with a sigh. “I took the small jet. My dad didn’t even complain once I found the footage.”
“And I’m pretty sure Zach used one of the billionaire’s jets,” Kala explained.
“What footage?” If he let Kala continue, she would go into a ton of stories about how weird the town of Bliss, Colorado, was, and he wanted to know what Tris had found.
Kala stepped back as though giving the floor to Tris.
He pulled his cell phone and started typing on it. “So I put Gabby, Sosa, and Claire through my dad’s facial recognition program. The one he’s been tweaking. Chelsea’s been working on it, too.”
Kenzie’s Aunt Chelsea was legendary in the intelligence industry. She’d once been the all-powerful Broker, but now she worked for her own company. They often did projects for friendly intelligence agencies, and while they were careful with their intellectual property, they would never turn down a request from the Agency team. “Were you trying to figure out their real identities? I thought Lucy said it was clear the group erased the girls they brought in.”
“I wasn’t doing it for that purpose, though you should know I’ve got an AI working on that,” Tris explained. “I need it to study their bone structure so we can get a good picture of what they would have looked like as children. But I wanted to see if their faces were in any of the systems. And I got a shock. Because she was in our system.”
Kenzie shifted so she could see Tris. “Our system? The Agency’s?”
Tris’s head shook, and he offered her his phone. “No. Miles, Dean, Weston, and Murdoch. In our security system’s archives. This is from a consultation that happened over a year ago.”
Ben watched the screen Kenzie held. There was an older gentleman in a suit walking into the lush offices of MDWM. The receptionist greeted him and the young woman he had with him. He recognized Gabby, but she was dressed younger, her hair in pigtails. She looked like she was eleven or twelve when he was fairly certain at that time she was at least nineteen.
“I lose her when they go back to Dad’s office. The man she’s with is David Gatton, a businessman from Paris,” Tris continued.
“What was the consultation about?” Ben asked.
“He was looking for his missing wife. Gabby was introduced as his daughter.” Kala took up Ben’s seat. “I’ve looked through all the files they have. Which isn’t a lot since two days later Gatton had them drop the case.”
