they had the situation fully under control. And with any luck, they’d help push back the onlookers before the team docked.
A.J., Chris, Roman, and Finn were on board the Princess searching for survivors. Wyatt said Roman and Finn had ended up “commandeering” a small, glass-enclosed tourist vessel, probably scaring the shit out of the passengers before they kicked them out. But they’d arrived just in time for the “fireworks show” with the Russian yachts.
The buildings along the Danube were beautifully lit up, from Parliament to the Buda Castle, and then there was the illuminated chain-link bridge off in the distance from where she sat, but no one would be interested in landmarks when there was a spectacle on the river that would make national headlines.
Owen and Asher were now out of the tunnels. They located what they assumed was once Adrik Volkov’s home, but from the looks of it, he hadn’t lived there in fifteen years, a decision that probably kept him alive so long.
Bravo Two and Three were now with Harper in their mobile unit, parked in a lot off to the side of the main strip by the river, as they tried to pinpoint which FBI agent had fed the two Russian teams their location.
Kyle? Was it possible that her buttoned-up, by-the-book ex was taking money from the Russians? She refused to entertain the idea, but she slouched at the memory that Porter had betrayed her, so why not the man she married? She’d gotten multiple psych degrees to prevent anyone from ever taking advantage of her again, and she’d tragically failed.
Chills erupted over her skin despite the blanket as she watched the yacht burn, and every minute it appeared to slip a touch lower in the water.
Ana’s pulse wasn’t going to slow down until A.J. and the others were off the boat and with, at least, Adrik Volkov.
“With any luck, Adrik will still be alive,” Wyatt spoke up, standing in front of her with his long gun pointed on the yacht, eye behind the scope.
“He’s going to blame himself for working with the Feds.” Her attention briefly skirted to the two FBI agents near the helm of the speedboat. She was on the starboard side, sitting on a couch, huddled in the cozy blanket, when she should have been on that yacht with the team.
A.J. had refused to put her in more danger, and Wyatt had agreed to stay on board with her to make sure she didn’t “do anything crazy.” Plus, they hadn’t ruled out the two agents on board as clean.
“Mendez demanded we work with the FBI.” Wyatt’s tone remained matter-of-fact. “We knew there was a chance someone may be on the Russians’ payroll,” he added in a lower voice, so the two agents didn’t hear them.
“But you know A.J.,” she said softly. “He’ll say he never should have taken the risk.” She clutched the blanket even tighter. “I didn’t expect two boats of armed gunmen to show up, though, or I wouldn’t have risked your team.”
He lowered his long gun for a moment and caught her eyes. “This is what we do. You’re okay, and that’s all that matters. Now, if something had happened to you, well, A.J. would probably burn down the city.” He started to raise his gun but hesitated. “But if the man does play the blame game, I’ll knock some bloody sense into him,” he added, his British accent deepening.
Of course, what happened tonight was more her fault than anyone else’s. She chose to go after the Volkovs tonight even though the translated ledger was safe in the storage area beneath her stairs back in D.C.
Leaving an operation unfinished made her crazy. Plus, it was time to end what began long ago once and for all. Thankfully, no one on the team had gotten hurt, so maybe Wyatt was right. Everything will be okay. Logically it made sense, but she couldn’t help but feel they were waiting for the other shoe to drop just as she caught sight of the dark-haired agent behind the wheel breaking leather. He was drawing his gun, and shit, from the looks of it, about to take out Wyatt.
Ana abruptly stood, going for her holster but finding it empty. Her mouth rounded in warning to Wyatt, but then a snap! sounded through the air.
The agent was hit in the arm, and he cursed and let go of his gun.
It all happened so fast, and Ana stared in shock as Wyatt and the other Fed quickly