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FRUSTRATED, KNOX RANhis hand through his hair, studying the still shots Logan had obtained.Bravo Team still didn’t have full surveillance footage from Heathrow, but his heart clenched.That was Quinn.She looked totally out of it, her eyes slightly gazed, listing slightly to the side, Qureshi’s arm wound tightly around her waist.
His fists clenched.
Hopefully Qureshi had pretended Quinn was his wife in name only.If he’d done a single thing to hurt her, he was a fucking dead man.
Emily continued clicking through the still shots they’d pulled, Logan working on getting the footage to play.He was on the phone with their British counterparts, speaking in low tones on the other side of the room.
This was better than nothing, but Knox was restless.Anxious.They needed to go wheels up and get to her, but even in his agitated state, Knox knew that moving in without a plan could be a death wish.
“There,” Holt said in a low voice, ordering Emily to stop the slideshow of photos.“That’s the best shot we have of him.He has scratches on his face,” Holt suddenly barked.
“Son of a bitch,” Knox spat out.
Cooper leaned closer.“That he does, but our Quinncess fought him.I’m sure of it.”
“Hang on, baby girl,” Knox muttered under his breath.She wasn’t his girl, but shit.He’d never been so scared as when he realized she was missing.As soon as they found her—and they would—he would tell her how he felt.No more flirting or taking it slow.Knox wanted Quinn to be his.
Xaden came hustling into the bullpen, his eyes landing on Holt.“A worker near the regional airport here in Seattle found a discarded leather jacket near some dumpsters.Seattle PD sent over a photo.”
Knox clenched his jaw, taking Xaden’s phone to study the picture.“It’s Quinn’s,” he grunted.
It felt like a punch to the gut.The leather jacket was discarded on the ground like it was nothing.He scanned over every detail carefully.There was no blood evident on it, so perhaps there hadn’t been a struggle.But who the fuck was he kidding?Quinn wouldn’t have gone without a fight.They’d likely hurt her.Subdued her.Stuffed her into a fucking suitcase.
Rage coursed through him.
“She’s okay,” Cooper told him, evidently sharing his line of thought.“We saw the damn photo from London.”
“And I’ve got good news,” Logan said, turning toward the group.
“You got the footage to work?”Knox asked.
Logan smiled.“Even better.I’ve got names of his contacts in Kabul.They might be using burner phones, they might be hidden in the goddamn mountains, but I think I can trace them.”
“Then let’s get on a goddamn airplane,” Knox said, rising to his feet.
