“You can get her back, right?” A noticeably shaken Jenna was looking to Gabe for the answer.
One Gabe wished like hell he could give.
“Of course, we will,” Zade assured her in Gabe’s place.
He knew the guy was only trying to help, but he couldn’t seem to keep his temper at bay.
“How?” Gabe turned to Zade. He didn’t yell or scream. Instead, his voice came out flat. Almost emotionless. “We don’t know who has her. Where they’re taking her. What they’re doing to her right…”
His voice cracked and his eyes burned. The other men stared, not knowing what to say. Because there wasn’t anything to say.
He’d lost her. He’d finally gotten her back, and then he fucking lost her.
I know where to find her.” Ryker finally broke the silence. “Well, I will soon.”
“What?” Gabe frowned. Surely, he’d misheard the agent.
For the first time since he’d known the Homeland agent, Gabe saw uncertainty shining behind the man’s dark eyes.
“You know more than you’re telling us, don’t you?” Nate accused.
Ryker slid Nate a quick glance but stayed quiet.
“Goddamnit, they have Ellena!” Gabe stormed towards him. “What aren’t you telling us?”
Ryker swallowed hard, the look on his face doing zilch to comfort Gabe’s churning gut.
“I got here before Ghost and the others arrived. As Price’s plane was landing, I shot a tracking device onto its underbelly. Once it lands, we’ll know its exact coordinates.”
“Wait a minute.” Jenna joined in on the conversation. “When I talked to Ellena on the phone earlier, she told me the plan was for her to come out, pretend to trade herself for me. She said she was just supposed to make itlooklike she was going with that Price guy, and then y’all were going to swoop in and take him down. Ellena said you wanted to detain Price so you could turn him against Governor Radcliff.”
“Your point?”
“My point is, if you planned to take Price down before he left the ground, why bother shooting the plane with a tracker? I mean, look around.” Jenna’s intelligent green eyes swept across the sea of men surrounding her. “Until the helicopter showed up, you had Price grossly outnumbered.”
“It’s called being prepared, Miss Shaw.”
“It’s called bullshit, Ryker.” Ghost chimed in. Looking pissed, he glanced over at Gabe then back to the other man. “We know where Price lives. Where he works. That plane came straight from D.C., and given Price’s position and Radcliff’s campaign schedule, there was no reason to assume Price was going anywhere else but back home to Washington. Not unless you know something we don’t.”
“Ghost is right.” Gabe stepped closer to the agent. “We were planning to take him and Hall down before he even got back on that plane. Way I see it, the only reason you put a tracking device on a plane is if you have reason to believe it might become lost.”
“Not to mention, Price’s brains are currently splattered all over the damn tarmac,” Matt pointed out. “Pretty obvious whoever was in that chopper wasn’t working for him.”
“No.” Ghost continued with Matt’s train of thought. “Whoever that was, they worked for someone above Price. Someone who wanted him taken out.”
Jenna crossed her arms at her chest and snorted. “Along with the rest of us.”
Except Elle and Walker.
Gabe took a few seconds to think before asking Ryker, “Who was on that plane, Jason?”
Ryker hesitated to answer.
Wrong move, buddy.
He took another step toward the other man. “Someone took out Price and his men, and it sure as hell wasn’t any of us. So I’ll ask again. Who was in the fucking plane?”
Ryker looked to the others before bringing his gaze back to Gabe’s. “We have reason to believe Governor Radcliff flew in with Price.”
