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Vega looks toward the van.
“How many?”
“Seven.”
She closes her eyes for a second.
“Twenty-one total.”
“Unless there are more.”
“We're searching every inch of that mine.”
“Good.”
She studies me.
“You want to go back.”
“Yes.”
“Because Navarro is there?”
“No.”
Her eyebrows rise.
“Hayley.”
Something changes in her expression.
Understanding.
“Go.”
I turn toward Taylor.
He's already heading for the SUV.
Vega calls after me.
“Campbell.”
I look back.
“Don't interfere with my people.”
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
She gives me a look that says she doesn't believe me.
Smart woman.
We get into the SUV.
Taylor drives.
This time, neither of us talks.
