The redundancy is that we’ll also be using a GNSS chip to track me. The global navigation satellite system is a constellation of satellites that can track location. Using multiple satellites versus just one with GPS provides more accurate information. While there will be agents watching me at all times and who’ll follow surreptitiously once I’m “kidnapped,” we have to plan for the worst.
The module we’re using is only four millimeters by four millimeters and will be sewn into the hem of my clothing. My hope is that they don’t strip me, and as long as I can keep my clothes, my Jameson teammates will be able to find me.
Of course, this all depends on me getting to Borovsky. If the team storms in to rescue without Borovsky being there, all of this will have been for nothing.
We’ve decided there will be no immediate storming. Rather, I’ll be followed and once my signal stops, they’ll watch for a while. It could be a day. Maybe two. Hopefully no more than that. Without knowing where Borovsky is, we can’t begin to guess if I’ll be taken to him or if he’ll come to me at some point.
The waiting will be the most dangerous part because they’re going to push me to spill information on where Jess is.
That will never happen, of course. I’m prepared to die first.
“It appears we’re all set. I suggest everyone get a good night’s sleep. We’ve got what might be some long and stressful days ahead of us.”
It’s our cue that the meeting is over. We all stand to move out of the conference room. My mind is already on Jess and spending the evening with her. I don’t even want it to be alone, but with Claire and Thea as well. I don’t know if this is our last night together, but if it is, I want to spend every bit of it with these three women who are my family.
Before I even move from my seat, Kynan says, “Dozer… hang back a minute.”
I sink back down and once the room is cleared and the door closed, Kynan gives me a pointed look. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”
“No offense, boss, but that’s a stupid question.”
The corner of Kynan’s lip curls and he nods. “We can get another agent to do the press conference. Be the bait.”
“It’s not enough of an inducement. It’s me he’ll want because I was last seen with Jess.”
“And you shot one of his men,” Kynan points out. “You and I both know there will be repercussions.”
I nod. “I can handle it.”
I’m going to have to handle whatever they throw my way. I need to survive so I can have my life with Jess.
“I know you can handle it,” he replies, and I can hear the truth in his words. He has faith in me. “But I honestly don’t like to think about the worst that could happen.”
“The worst that will happen is I die, and I made this choice.”
Kynan shakes his head grimly. “That’s not the worst thing that can happen to you.”
He’s trying to scare me, and I respect him for it. He genuinely cares for his people, but he knows that despite the training I’ve done the last year, I’m still the most unqualified for this mission. The agents here at Jameson are former military, Special Forces, FBI, CIA, and other law enforcement.
“Anything else we need to go over?” I ask, indicating that there’s nothing more he can say in this last-ditch effort to change my mind.
Kynan doesn’t answer my direct question but instead says, “We’re going to get him. No matter what happens in the process, I promise we’ll bring him down.”
“As long as you can make sure Jess is safe, that’s all that matters to me.”
Kynan’s smile is sad, slightly forced. But as much as he worries about me, he’d do this a million times over for his wife. Hell, any of these guys would without a second thought.
As an afterthought, I say, “I already talked to Joslyn this morning to thank her for the use of her house, but thank you for sending Kellen with Claire and Thea. I can’t concentrate if I’m worried about Thea’s safety.”
“I’ve been watching you with her the last few days,” Kynan says as he drums his fingers on the table. “She’s far more than a goddaughter to you.”
“In my heart, yes.” Thea is every bit as important—maybe even more so since she’s a child and vulnerable—than Jess is. “Her father was killed when she was so young, I’ve been the only male role model in her life. I wish I could’ve been there more, but…”
“But until you decided to come out of the friend zone with Jess, that wasn’t up for discussion. I’m glad you’ve moved past that.”
I blink in surprise. I haven’t told anyone specifically that Jess and I crossed over a line, changing our relationship and our future. It’s not something you walk up to your boss and say, “Hey, Kynan, finally had sex with the love fantasy of my life, and now we’re together.”