“Where are you going?” Van hollered after the other man.
Lucky stopped just shy of exiting the conference room. “To my office,” he quickly explained. “It’ll be faster from my desktop. Trust me, Van.” Their gazes locked up tight. “I’ve got this.”
He dipped his chin, knowing if anyone could figure out where Webb took Kam, it would be Lucky.
“What can we do?”
Van turned to where the other three men still stood. His heart hurt for Logan, because from the look on the man’s face, it was clear he was coming to grips with knowing a man he once thought of as a hero was anything but.
Unfortunately, that was a conversation that would have to come at a later time. For now…
“We need to get ready for war.”
Two hours later…
“You good?”Van stood inside Logan’s office doorway, hoping like hell his friendship with the man hadn’t been permanently damaged.
The former SEAL lifted his head from where it had been resting in his hands. With his elbows still firmly placed on his large desk, Logan motioned for him to come in.
“Honestly?” Logan asked as Van shut the door behind him. “I don’t know.”
“I really am sorry,” he said sincerely. “I know you probably don’t believe me, but I didn’t want to be right. Not about this.”
“I know you didn’t. And as long as we’re being honest with each other, I know I’ve been blind where Webb’s concerned. It’s just…the guy’s like family, you know?”
He did.
If anyone ever tried convincing him that one of his teammates was dirty, Van would choke them the hell out. So yeah, he got it. And he felt for his friend. But the facts were just that, and right now, what mattered was finding Kam and bringing her back home.
Home.
Seattle wasn’t her home. Not yet anyway. But as soon as they found her and he knew that she was okay, Van planned to have that particular conversation the first chance he got.
Was it fast? Hell yeah, it was. Did he care?
Not a fucking bit.
Kam was his. Plain and simple. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
Taking one of the empty chairs facing Logan’s desk, Van plopped his ass down with a heavy as hell sigh. He felt so lost, and he didn’t know what to do next.
“We have to find her, Logan,” he muttered. “Webbtold me he had some White House thing tonight he had to get back to. But?—”
“There’s no such event on the schedule tonight,” Logan cut him off with even more of the disturbing truth. “I already put a call into a contact at the Pentagon. If there’s something going on involving SECNAV, he would know.”
“What made you call?”
“I was looking into Webb’s flight schedule. I thought we could catch up to him wherever he was going to land. But…”
“But?”
“Webb’s schedule was mysteriously left open-ended, which means no one—not even the Pentagon—knows when he plans to return.”
When Logan’s stare met his once more, the poor man appeared hollow and heavy. As if he were mourning the loss of someone very near and dear to his heart.
That’s because he is.
“I keep telling myself there has to be an explanation,” Logan mumbled. “That there’s a perfectly good reason Webb would associate himself with a guy like Felix James. But?—”
