He stepped aside, tapped his comm. “Rebel, Brit, what’s the status on the background checks?”
“All done,” Rebel said. “Everyone on the list checked out. There were three who called out, so we got the names of the replacement servers. We ran checks and they all cleared.”
“So, we’re good?” Teddy asked.
“Not exactly,” Rebel said. “We’ve got a head count of twenty-nine, but thereshouldbe thirty servers.”
“Where’s the outlier?” Teddy asked.
“We can’t find him,” Rebel replied.
He ended the call, found Greystone. “We’ve got a situation.”
Greystone furrowed his brows. “Another one?”
“Rebel and Brit ran checks on the servers. Everyone cleared, but one of the servers—a replacement for someone who called out—is MIA.”
“No-show?” Greystone asked.
Teddy shrugged. “We gotta move the President out.”
“I’ll talk to him,” Greystone said, “but he won’t leave.”
Teddy made his way toward the front of the suite. At the window, he eyed Sydney and Caroline, still perched on the press box rooftop. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled.
Was the mastermind behind The Day of Destruction determined to complete his mission alone? Was Muhammad Haqazzii still going after the eagle?
Teddy tapped the comm. “Sin, Dakota.”
“Go,” Sin said.
“Stay vigilant.”
“Every moment of every fucking day,” Dakota replied.
“We’ve got a missing server up here who can’t be accounted for.”
“And?” Dakota asked.
“Are you reading too much into it?” Sin said.
Teddy had no fucking idea. He’d just watched his fiancée gun down three terrorists in front of seventy thousand spectators.
Teddy stood at the window, his gaze trained on Sydney and Caroline. After a moment or two, he’d turn back and review the guests and servers in the suite. He’d gotten so familiar with their faces, he could complete it in seconds.
As he regarded everyone in the luxury box, he couldn’t find the President. Teddy rushed up the stairs as the restroom door opened and the President stepped out.
“Tank, it’s okay,” President Garrison assured him. “I’m safe in here.”
“With all due respect, the mission isn’t over until the last terrorist is down,” Teddy murmured.
Teddy wanted to drop his guard. He wanted to glance at the field, catch a play or two. But he wasn’t an invited guest. He was there to work so he kept his focus squarely on his goal. Keeping a watchful eye on Sydney and Caroline, and ensuring the people in that skybox stayed safe.
The first and second quarters passed without incident. At halftime, the score was tied 14-14.
As the third quarter started, Greystone went next door to check on Stryker and Emerson. Minutes after he left, a server Teddy didn’t recognize entered the suite rolling an empty cart covered in a white linen tablecloth.
Is this the missing server?
