Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
“I wanted to see the puppy videos,” Gabby argued.
“You were telling us how they select clients,” Ian encouraged.
“Yes. I watch when they don’t think I do. I can make myself small,” Sosa explained. “I’ve learned more since they trust me to be in the world. They think I am good girl. Probably because I always have been. I wait for right time. But until then I learn.”
“And she teaches,” Gabby said. “There are four of us. Milena and Claire are still there. Though Milena is often out on jobs since she’s had specialized training. We have figured some things out. We hoped to eventually have enough we could go to police, but then we realized…”
Kenzie could guess. “The police are in on it. At least some of them, and that could make things difficult. So you need a higher power. Despite his sarcasm, my father has deep ties to European intelligence.”
“And enough suspicion that I wouldn’t go straight to them until we figure out the tangle,” her father added. “Until then we’ll document and investigate and try to get your friends out. Is there any way one of them could get a client list?”
“The whole network is involved with a group.” Sosa seemed to think about how to describe them. “It is thing that seems fine on the outside. Like they seem to do good in the world. Charity. That is word.”
She felt Ben stiffen beside her. Kenzie leaned forward. “Are you talking about a group known as Disrupt?”
Both Sosa and Gabby nodded.
Kala pulled out her tablet and turned it toward the young women. “Do you know this man?”
She had pulled up a picture of Emmanuel Huisman.
Sosa went a nice shade of green.
Gabby ran to the nearest trash can and threw up.
She was taking that as a yes.
Chapter Nine
“Hey, man, did I thank you for the ride?” Tim settled in beside Ben on the ridiculously extravagant jet that was currently flying over some part of America connected to the Mississippi River.
Tim wasn’t talking to him.
“You did,” Charlotte Taggart said with a gracious smile.
“Several times.” Big Tag eyed Tim like he was a snake that might bite him since Tim had been super flirty with his wife.
Ben had known exactly who to talk to in order to not force Tim to fly commercial to London. Where they would be meeting with MI6 as a team. He was officially working with the Americans now, but he wanted his own tech with him. Lou would always prioritize her own team, so he needed Tim with him, watching out for their interests.
It also wouldn’t hurt to have a reminder that he didn’t belong in this weird-ass, comfortable family thing they had going on.
Tim had been more than happy to join since he’d been sitting in a La Quinta Inn for days waiting to be called in.
The annoying thing was when Tim showed up at the small private airfield, he’d walked in like he was one of them. He’d strode right up to Lou and given her a hug, but only after he’d handed TJ Taggart a bag from someplace called HEB that apparently had TJ’s favorite snacks. He’d joked with the twins like they hadn’t lied to them. He’d joked with Cooper and said hi to Zach when Cooper had called him.
Tim fit in better than he did, and it rankled.
It also rankled that Kenzie was sitting with her twin at the front of the plane instead of in this living room-style setup with him. He’d rather expected her to follow him and try to get on his lap or make out in front of her parents, which he couldn’t figure out if it was rebellion or real desire she couldn’t control.
Well, she was controlling herself now.
His cell buzzed and he glanced down. Text.
From Dare.
Damn. He sat up straighter and moved to get the message on screen. Like he was a kid with one friend in the world.
He was pathetic at times, but one of the best things to happen to him was meeting Dare Nash. When he’d started this op, he’d begun by getting a job with the Nash group—a known business associate of Huisman’s legitimate side. He’d spent months as Brian Peters, getting to know the guy, and he’d liked him.
Hey, what’s going on with Kenz because she is talking to her sisters, if you know what I mean.
He did not. He wished he could call Dare. They hadn’t had real time to talk since he’d been getting married and then going on his honeymoon. Ben didn’t have anyone he could talk to about relationships since Tim’s longest relationship was with his laptop. Dare had briefly been his go-to guy.
He could be again if he played his cards right.
I think we’re fine. But maybe not. Look, we had an incident, and it’s bugging me. She is running completely wild, but I don’t know if I can or should discipline her.