“Ah, yes, Noble,” she said and worked hard not to let her surprise and intense interest fill her words or Razo might figure out she didn’t know how the senator was involved and not explain Noble’s role. “He poked his nose where it shouldn’t be.”
“He did indeed. Trying to squirm out from under my control.” He sniffed as if he found something distasteful. “But when the pictures of him and underage girls I send to the news hit the airwaves, he’ll wish he hadn’t.”
The senator and young girls?Addy felt like she might hurl. Instead, she stood silently, swallowing her disgust with thisman for providing young girls for the senator, which she had to believe he’d done. Disgust with the senator for taking advantage of the girls. Both men were the lowest of the low and should be locked up and never released.
“At first I thought to take him out,” Razo continued. “But this will be far more humiliating and painful. Imagine a life in prison after his pedophile conviction.” He smiled again, clearly proud of himself.
She didn’t want to stand here and listen to Razo brag about his cunning, yet she also didn’t want to push him into action. She had to hope that someone was coming to save her and buy as much time as possible. Because just looking at that cocky smile, the dark glint in his eyes, the gun holstered at his hip ... she would not be escaping from his clutches on her own. Of that she was certain.
“Where?” Mack demanded of the senator. “You have to know where Razo stages his guns or drugs in this area.”
“I don’t. I really don’t.”
Mack pressed closer. He didn’t know if he was going hit the senator or strangle him. He couldn’t predict how his burning rage was going to manifest itself.
Noble lifted his hands. “I really don’t know. Honest. I had nothing to do with the actual guns. You have to believe me.”
Problem was, Mack did believe him, and that left him understanding what was going down and why, but without any leads on thewhere.
Cam returned carrying a cellphone. He handed it to Mack. “All restored to your latest backup and set up with your original phone number so you’re back in business. By the way, there’s a voicemail.”
Hoping it related to finding Addy, Mack grabbed the phone. “It’s from Addy!”
He tapped the speaker so everyone could hear. “Mack, what three words? Outpost. Insertion. Chocolates.”
The call went dead. He looked at his team. “What in the world?”
“She’s telling you where she is,” Cam said.
“She’s using the what3words app.” Kiley dug out her phone. “I’ll enter the words in the app, and it’ll show us her location.”
Mack charged over to Kiley. “I’m not going to waste time asking how that works. Just give me a location.”
Kiley held out her phone, and a map displayed the words and location. “She’s on the top of San Miguel Mountain.”
Mack spun on the senator. “And how far away is that?”
“About forty minutes if there’s no traffic,” the senator said.
“That’s too long. We need a helicopter.” Mack grabbed his phone and dialed Eisenhower. The minute he answered, Mack explained his need.
“I can have a military chopper to you ASAP if one can land on the ranch,” Eisenhower answered, not at all shocked at the request.
Mack looked at the senator. “Is there a spot where a helo can land?”
He nodded. “I have a heliport on the property.”
“Does it have lights?”
He nodded.
Mack looked at Sean. “Go with him to light it up.”
Sean grabbed the senator’s arm, and they headed out.
Mack turned back to his phone. “I’ll text my GPS coordinates. There’ll be a lighted heliport for the helo.”
“Perfect,” Eisenhower said. “I’ll text when it’s finalized.”
