“Asshole.” But now that the video was bigger, he could make out the figure of a woman walking out of the barn. She stopped to shut the door behind her and walked toward the camera. He could make out her face enough to recognize Enya Moore. “Where did you get this?”
“I may have snuck a look at some of the dash camera footage from a trailer that was parked closest to the barn. That’s why it’s so bad.”
“Do I want to know how you got your hands on it?” He squinted at the screen as a man approached Enya from behind and silently willed her to run. He winced when she turned around.
“Nope, it will only hurt your brain, boss.” Theo smirked. “We don’t want that happening this week, seeing as you’re going out and all.”
Rowan cheered for Enya when she fought her captor. “She didn’t make it easy for him.”
“Nope. She fought him like a hellcat.” Theo moved to stand next to him, and when the video finished, he hit replay.
“There a reason you restarted it?”
“Oh yeah. The reason I called you to come on up here.” Theo jabbed his finger on the stop button and pointed at the screen.“I took that image of his face and ran it through a couple of our facial recon programs. Wanna know who that is?”
“Nope.” He had to work damn hard to keep his face straight.
Theo reared back and narrowed his eyes at him. He rolled his eyes hard. “What am I saying? Of course you want to know. Sorry, boss.” He pulled the computer close to him and flipped the screen to bring up a dossier. “That’s Mateo ‘El Rastro’ Cortés, a thirty-four-year-old Colombian national. Want to know who he’s related to?”
“What I want to know is why the fuck you are asking me stupid questions?” Rowan growled. Theo was starting to piss him off with his damn questions. “Give me the rundown on Cortés and don’t leave anything out.”
“You got it.” Theo flipped to another screen. “You remember our old friend, El Pastor, right?” He waited for Rowan’s nod, then continued. “Cortés’ brother is his top enforcer.”
“Fuck, that’s both not good”—Jalisco New Generation Cartel in Colombia was based deep in jungle territory in the Caquetá Department, Colombia. Not a place any sane person wanted to go—“and also good”—because they knew where she had been taken. “I wonder if El Pastor has forgiven me for blowing up his house yet?”
“Doubt it, boss, considering you punched him in the face and gave Joel time to rescue Gael before you did it. He’ll probably shoot your ass the second he claps eyes on you.”
If I hadn’t planned on getting involved, the chance to make fucking El Pastor pay once again for trying to ransom Gael back to us would have done it.
There would never be a time when he didn’t want that asshole to suffer for all the horrors he’d done to his twin. “Jalisco New Generation Cartel being involved means Gael will be TOC on this op, so I’m going to need you in the field.”
“I knew that before I called you up here.” Theo was no fool. “How do you want to play this?”
“Call Dreamland, tell whoever answers that Stronghold is taking the field and we’re going to need a favor.”
“Already done.” This was another reason why he kept Theo around. “Rock said to let him know where we’re staging out of and he’ll make sure it’s stocked, but bring him some Oreos from the store.”
“I can do that.” Garrett ‘Rock’ Rockwell and his team of Ghost Protection Operators had safe houses and hidey-holes across the globe. It wouldn’t be the first time he and his guys had borrowed one to state out of.
He got to his feet. “Muster the troops. I’m going to go talk to Gael.”
“Roger that, boss.”
He paused at the door to the kitchen and took a breath before stepping into the room.
“Did he have something useful?” Gael kept his attention on the kitten as he wiped its butt with a wet wipe.
“Yeah, but you’re not going to like it.”
“I can feel your stomach roiling from all the way over here.” Damn, that twin connection was a pain in the ass at times. “Spit it out so we can move on.”
“We know where she’s most likely being taken.”
Gael cradled the kitten to his chest. “You gonna tell me where?”
“Caquetá.”
Rowan wouldn’t have needed to see his brother’s face go white to know exactly how that one word affected him. Being tortured for five hellish days in that place would always have an effect on him. “You’ll run TOC. Theo?—”
