“That may be, but everything will be fine.”
“Sue,” I look up at her, “can we please keep this between us?”
“Daniel knows.”
“That’s fine, but just the three of us, okay? I don’t want Cole to be the last to know.”
“Of course. No one but us three.”
I let out a long sigh and try not to panic about what’s growing in my stomach. Then I think of Cole, and the idea of a part of each of us in one little body makes me smile. I find myself rubbing my belly as I fall back to sleep.
Cole
Cole holds the satellite phone to his ear while he separates himself from everyone. They’re all exhausted from the day. They had a run-in with a group of Cartels, and their camp was discovered. They had to grab what they could and haul ass to a new location. He glances at his watch—it is just past midnight.
“You guys good?” Keith asks.
“Yeah, just barely,” he says as he briefs Keith on the day’s events and current situation.
“All right, well, everything is quiet on our end.”
“Good,” Cole says, hesitating.
“Savi’s got the flu,” Keith says.
Cole hears the smile in his voice. “So, if you start feeling sick—good luck, because she’s been in bed all day.”
Poor Savannah. He had planned to call earlier and hoped she was close so he could speak to her. The fact that it was against his own house rules to use check-in time for anything personal was totally beside the point. Since Savannah came into his life, all his rules went out the window.
“You want me to wake her?”
Keith’s question throws him; was he thinking out loud? “No, it’s late. We’re watching the house, early tomorrow, or rather today, so this is my check-in for…” he looks at his watch again, “last night and this morning.”
“All right. Stay safe.”
“Will do. Raven out.”
“I see seven men on the east side,” Mark whispers, “five on the west.”
“Copy that,” Cole replies, moving his binoculars to confirm. “Seven on the east and five on the west.” He shifts and reaches for his radio when it crackles to life.
“Fox One to Raven One,” Paul says over the radio.
“Go ahead Fox One.”
“We have a green Hummer heading toward the house, approaching from the northeast.”
Cole spots the truck and follows it. “Copy that, Fox One, I have a visual. I want to know who’s in that vehicle.”
“Ten-four.”
The Hummer passes through the gate without any problem and stops in front of the mansion. Two armed guards open the door and pull out a man in a navy blue business suit and a cream-colored cloth bag over his head.
“Hum,” Cole says, “interesting that his head is covered but his hands aren’t tied.”
“Yup.” Mark nods.
“Seems our mystery guest might be doing business with The American.”