“Huh?” Scott asked.
“Not you. I’ll do an international flight to the States. Get one of the jets up and going. Have it meet me in San Antonio.”
“The last I heard, you were in North Carolina.”
“That was two days ago. We’re in Colombia now.”
Scott fell silent again.
“You can coordinate from there,” I commanded, before I hung up and put the phone in my pocket.
“We just landed. Ten minutes ago,” Josh said.
“Drake!” I motioned to him. “Grab your bag.”
He bent, grabbing his duffel. I was going through my own, because flying on normal planes meant stricter rules.
“Boss.” Josh stepped to me, his boots on the ground next to my bag. “Kash.”
I looked up, my hand going into my duffel. “What?”
“Harden specifically asked for an in-person meet. This has to do with your grandfather. If he is isolated, you can just finish him tonight. We can have this all done tonight.Wecan all be flying back. Give it twenty-four hours.”
I shook my head. “You heard Scott. I’ve given you guys strict orders not to force any of your charges to do something against their will. I am firm on that line, so that means someone has to talk sense into both of them. We’re not just dealing with Bailey here. This is Matt. I love the guy, but Scott’s not wrong. Matt will get her arrested if they’re as out of control as he’s saying. I don’t want my woman behind bars.”
Drake was looking between us.
I motioned to him. “We’re flying back commercial.”
“Commercial?”
I nodded. He knew what that meant, and right then and there, both of us pulled out our guns, our knives, and any other weapons we had. All were handed over to Josh, who was glaring at first. A second later, he relented with a grumble. “This is stupid.” But he took the weapons, finding room in his duffel for each one.
We handed the chambers over next.
Same thing. They were put inside his duffel bag, too.
Drake and I went through our bags one more time to ensure we wouldn’t get pulled over or questioned in customs.
I looked over. “Passport?”
Drake froze, then expelled a deep pocket of air. He patted his top breast pocket. “I almost thought I hadn’t brought it.” He pulled it out. “All good to go.”
Mine was in my inside pocket.
“Okay.” I nodded to Josh. “You’re in charge. Keep in contact. I want to know what’s happening on this end.”
Drake lifted two fingers in a salute.
Josh flicked his middle finger at us. “I hate this.”
“Boss, what about Victoria?” Josh asked.
“Her deprogramming?”
“They said it’s as good as they’ll get her. We do more and we run the risk of that gray area.”
I didn’t feel right holding anyone captive, unless they shared my blood.